Hadou walked through strange forest. He held his large black skull like head high, and silently stepped through the brush. His ears turned around, every which way, hearing odd nosies, and animals near by. He was very cautious in this forest, and was a little jumpy. He tilted his head, seeing water and seeing deer running and playing in a small lake. He walked on, not sure of what they were doing, but he was rather thirsty. He walked on, out of the woods, into the clearing. The lake was nice, clear and looked cool. He trotted over, taking a sip of water, and then looking around. He narrowed his white eyes at a small stag, with what looked like embers on his back. They were smouldering, but he didn't seem to notice or be bothered by it. Hadou didn't question it, he himself was strange. He walked slowly over to it, circling around him.
"Doesn't that hurt?" he said in a flat tone to the deer, laying on the ground. He picked a leg up, and pointed to it while he paced around him.

Hadou stopped, and sat. He kept his eyes narrowed and head tilted, studying the burning deer. He seemed nervous, though it was more like awkwardness, but he was not sure just yet. After he sat down, in front of the stag, his markings began to change. From a deep scarlet, to a burnt orange color. The new color was curiosity, the old was caution. He knew this creature was no threat.
"I'm curious, how does that," he paused and pointed again to the burning flesh, "happen, and not kill you? It's odd." he asked and then commented still in a flat voice, genuinely interested. He sniffed the air, smelling the burning flesh. He didn't mind the smell, it just smelt like ash to him, which wasn't too horrible. He had smelt much worse things.