The doe had just stepped from the healing waters, her body soaked through. The scent of magic rolled off of her fur just as the water droplets did. The Birch Forest swayed and seemed to watch over the little doe, anxious for her to heal and run through its tall grasses once again. Exhausted but no longer bleeding, she lay in the sun to dry off before another round of healing in the fountain's waters.

Soon Wendingo was sensed in the distance, her keen hearing finally picking up his steps as he moved closer. The grass was too tall for her to see over at the moment, so the doe just let loose a feral call of greeting.

As he drew closer, though, Poplar scented someone on him she did not want to smell: Crucio. His scent was strong on her new friend, and the doe grew angry. She soon managed to quell the anger, just as the stag was close enough to speak with. Her first thought was on his condition.

"Wendingo... Are you alright?"