Her body curved towards the older fawn, a huge grin on her face that exposed square, white teeth.
Oh, h e l l o there! Outstretched hands offering a wide variety of foods, she cocked her head to one side.
What is your n a m e, little doe? It is so n i c e to have company!

"Well hello there" *Bows* "I came to say hi" *He won't comeplytely show his face becouse of his colourless black eyes*

His hoofbeats are strange, musical, the singing of a piano, thrum of a guitar, the wind through his antlers, the wailing of violins.
The gentlemanly composer makes his way with his musical movements through the trees, and it is now clear that he is rather quiet, the only music about him is the silent melody in the air about him, but his looks speak of singing and composing and dancing, of british countrysides and rolling hills, his eyes speak of sickness and rebirth, trotting almost past the other before offering a sweeping bow.
"Greetings!" his voice sings of his ubringing, his kindness, and manners.

The composer jumped slightly, then laughed lightly, politely nibbling at a mushroom.
"you like music?" his tail wags, ears perking at this, "so do I, very much" he laughed at the exuberance of the other deer "would you like me to teach you how to make it?"