The Encounter. [Syringe and Tabiu fanwriting.]

A leaf cracked as it was crushed with a blunt hoof. More met their fate soon after, their broken forms laid out in an orderly trail. Wisps of cold air blew out from the nostrils of a young fawn, back still coated in neat white spots. Eyebrows creased in irritated concentration, he stalked along. 'It's freezing.' he scowled, making a show of blowing out even more cold air. Oh how he despised this weather. Another form walked silently past him, though it appeared to have not seen him yet. Syringe blinked and cocked his head, watching the figure get smaller and smaller. He made the decision to follow, and bounded after the tall grasses. Following a few feet behind, he took extra care not to make himself noticed.

He got a good look at the stag in front of him, whom was quite large and intimidating. Gray hairs flowed into place on his body, small scars were encrypted into his thighs and lower legs. They didn't seem to be caused by another deer, but... His thoughts were brought to a halt when a loud snort blasted into his ears. The young fawn shrank back, then jerked his body upright again defensively. The stag was staring at him, displeasure clearly written across his features. His stare was menacing, but most horrific of all was the tightly wrapped fabric across his mouth. It drew his lips together in an uncomfortable looking way, and there were hints of blood on the dull yellow cloth. Syringe dared to snort back, focusing on the others eyes rather than the deformed mouth. The grayish eyes glared back, and narrowed as the stag came closer, chest puffed out in warning. The fawn stayed put, determination rooting him into the ground. Confusion took the stag, and he gingerly sniffed the fawn's scent. 'Never smelled him before.' he thought, and shook his head. Nodding once, he turned his back to Syringe and settled on the dry dirt of the Birch Forest. The fawn plopped down right beside him, their fur lightly touching. The stag huffed, and slunk away a few feet. The fawn's ears flattened, yet he stayed put.

Silence hovered in the air, suffocating the young deer. However, the grown adult seemed untethered by it, in fact, he seemed to appreciate it. Syringe groaned, and rolled over onto his back as he stared at the clouds. Boring. A few more minutes were allowed to pass before it was just too much. The fawn flipped over, and pawed the ground. The stag blinked, and then looked his way. This sent shivers down his nerves, but he ignored that. Straightening his shoulders, Syringe said: "Sir..who are you?"
The deer seemed to be analyzing the question..didn't he know his own name? Wait, maybe with that wrap he couldn't speak at all. He was about to apologize, when a reply took him utterly by surprise.
"Tabiu."