Emiva dived consistently into the pond not caring that her coat was washed away in the now pungent water. Vessel looked at her impassive, and insipid. Rowan had heard the slashing and frustration in the water. Her ears flicked continuously, as if the splashing and frustrated cries where like lighting strikes. She ran up to Vessel, his face looked hardly worried.
Emiva dug with her hooves then plunged into the water once more.
Rowan felt uneasy and very befuddled. She cocked her head at Vessel “Vessel? What’s going on?”
Emiva splashed out of the water and flung herself to the dirt. She stood, but her knees wobbled. Her face showed of fear, and stresses “It took them! It took them all!”
“What took who,” Rowan coward.
“The wind of water! It sucked them up then it sucked them into the pond! The pond is only so deep! They couldn’t have drowned or I would see there bodies! It took them! It took them,” Emiva cried.
Rowan took two steps back from the deer. They smelled of fear, the whole pond did. Then she smelled something, it was different. It was not the wind, the two deer before her, or the pond, nor the forest. But somewhere else… It was a deep smell, of cold air, smoke, and salty water. No place for a deer.
Then she heard it too! The noise of it! The land spoke of hooves…There
Friends hooves they where traveling. Back home? Back here? There hooves pittered, pattered; But they where no where in the forest where she stood. The willows spoke to here of where they went they where heading to a place where great danger was ahead of them.
Rowan then knew what she must do “We have to find them…Before they are killed.”
Emiva, and Vessel turned and stared at her. Emiva shook her head getting rid of her spasmodic state. She lifted her head high and said “Assemble any deer that’s willing to help Rowan.”
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