such a cute guy.

ohmygod.
i love this guy already and his naaaame i adore his name. ♥

I LOVE caribou! This is so cute. ^^

Sighthoundlady: As do I, probably obviously at this point. Thank you so much. ^^

Kasmir: (Sounds good. (: )

It was one of those days. One of those days when the forest was quiet and all was but a lull for a certain porcupine caribou. He was not lazy by any means, but sometimes he saw no harm in resting underneath a willow tree and closing his eyes for a brief cat nap of the cervine variety. It was peaceful there, by the pond, and Snowshoe paid little attention to the occasional chorus of frogs and bird calls. However, one small ear swivelled at the sound of something out of the ordinary, at the sound of jingling bells.

He raised his head to better make out the source of the sound, only to eventually see the deer that wore it. A small, but sincere smile crossed his muzzle as he returned to his feet to greet this newcomer. Perhaps he could provide the company that he was unable to find earlier.

"Hello there," he returned quietly, lowering himself into a bow. It was a slow gesture, as to be expected from a creature of his size. "Well enough, thank you. How about yourself?"

Ly looked at this reindeer. He felt lucid. His vison swam infront of his eyes. He blinked and it vanished, though. He bowed and Lykai observed him. He seemed kind; almost like he had an old soul. "I am... Well." A weary smile crossed his face. He didn't really know what was wrong with him. He supposed it could just be the sun. But it was a bit cool today, wasn't it? Hmm.

He bowed a bit once more, stumbling on his way back up, and staying down a bit to long. "Beautiful day, is it not?" He said and gazed around lazily at the pond and such. His little feminine voice carried up on the wind to the reindeer's ear. He was a bit weary.
"My name is Lykai." He said and bowed once more. Silent little legs gave way to his exsastion, and he fell to the ground to sit. His bells rang on the way down. He felt so much better now that he was sitting on the cool dirt.

Ly heard him speak, his eyes blinking rapidly. He really was listening, though. Despite the weird heat-flashes and such. The little bell-clad stag was interested. He could tell he was a bit skeptical of his 'doing well'. But... He didn't quite know what was wrong. The day was so bright and lucid. And cool. He should be fine. Maybe he was just a bit sick? He'd never been sick. Ever. He wouldn't know what it would feel like.

"Yes. Such a lovely afternoon. And wonderful birdcalls, no?" He swallowed. Snow. A gorgeous thing to be called. "Uhm. Yes. I don't know. I feel a bit... Weary and light-headed. I don't know. Thank you, Snow." He climbed to his feet once more, shaking away the dizziness. He swallowed.

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Thank you both. &hearts

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Lynetta: (I don't mind at all. ^^)

The reindeer was resting at the foot of the first forest when he heard the sound of hoofsteps off in the distance. One could say that they sounded flustered, but, then again, it was that time of year. He casually flicked one ear as he returned to his feet, luckily in time to greet a doe who he had just met the other evening.

"Hello, Lynetta," he replied quietly, a small smile forming on the white of his muzzle. Familiar faces were always welcome and he had already found himself fond of her company. He watched her carefully as she circled, waiting for her to settle, before he slowly lowered himself into a bow. With one limb bent and tucked to his chest, he dipped his head, a great sense of sincerity held in the weight of his antlers alone. He straightened himself just as cautiously before hoping to continue the conversation. "How are you?"

(Please, no worries. I myself am notorious for delayed replies; yours is hardly late. XD )

He glanced at Lynetta with an almost playful look of skepticism in his eyes. "All right? I am not so sure that I believe you." The young bull then cast his gaze just over dandelion hill. It was surprisingly quiet, considering, but he welcomed the opportunity to conserve his strength in preparation for the week to come. Surely he would need it.

"Well enough. Thank you," he replied casually, returning his attention to the doe beside him. "A bit nervous, though. This time of year is always stressful. For everyone involved, I am sure."

The reindeer did as was suggested and took a seat upon the soft earth. He tucked his front legs underneath his chest, yet continued to hold his head high. He could not let his guard down nor would he for the sake of the company that he now kept.

The hind's laughter brought another smile to his face and he watched the birds scatter with the soft sound of it. To his delight, one of the small songbirds landed upon a crook in his left antler and took that moment to preen its feathers, neck and chest, wing to wing. Snowshoe had become something of a birder in his travels and he very much appreciated these sightings, these simple joys of life. If this little creature could find peace in this moment, so could he.

One ear swiveled at the low, steady sound of Lynetta's voice before he inclined his head towards her. He found his worries fading with her own, his muscles relaxing, and his body considerably less tense. "I do not mean to interrupt, but that song, it's beautiful. Where have you heard it before?"

Aww, that's actually really cute. I love when pictograms fit together like that on the map. XD

Snowshoe listened intently as the fallow cross spoke. As much as he loved to tell stories, he just as eagerly enjoyed listening to them. Every deer had something to share with the world, a little piece of themselves with others in fleeting moments, and Lynetta was kind enough to share her voice with him on this chance encounter of their own.

"I have fond memories of my mother, too. I often wonder how she is now," he remarked quietly, casting his gaze elsewhere for a moment. "Granted, she never encouraged my singing voice, but I cannot say that I blame her. Some deer are simply not meant to sing. Believe me."

A lighthearted laugh rolled out of the bull as he returned his attention to Lynetta. "You, however, I should hope that you continue. You are gifted, and your company very much appreciated as well. I feel much better now. Thank you."

Thank you, Faustt. ^^

dis guy so hot omg

poor Snow puts up with a lot. Being a pollow and all.

I think he likes it secretly.