Well, being a fawn is kind of annoying. I really wish I had the antlers to back up my usual attitude but no one is born a god and so I presume no one is born full grown either.

On the bright side I liek the feeling of getting away from it all in the forest. That great hollowed out oak was about my favorite place to visit today. Te ruins are too gloomy and crowded. I can'
t understand why such beautiful creatures decide to group in sush decrepit places. I doubt those ruins ever heald any importance to them. You would think animals would gather by water or better forms of shelter......

Being prey of my usual self also seems odd. I feel almost bad for the deer I ate before now. Well, the circle exists fpr a reason. I wonder if I shall ever find my wolven brethren here. I wonder if I can ever run with them again.............