(May I rp with you?)

Wide awake as he heard a crash sound, dulled by the snow but obviously there, waking him from his sleep. He stood up and cautiously turned to look around the corner of his home. He’s home lie between two rocks where they spurred open instead of being completely touching. He even had the snow collected out of it and kept it warm with any leaves he could find having made a sorta den. His collection hidden along with his mask – in a whole cover up by old branches and leaves.

As he looked, he saw a pretty doe with pitch black fur and a crimson chest – and to his surprise wings on her shoulders spread out covering up most her body – and worryingly he paced over to her worried she could be hurt. “Are you hurt? Is everything ok?’” Not getting to close, just incase she got up surprised by his presence. He didn’t usual run up to deer but he was very worried she was hurt.

"Well how about we get you somewhere warmer so you can rest?" Moving closer to her, examining her by a glance. Mystic didn't find to much wrong with her body, she had a knot on her head which explained the throbbing and it seemed she had some minor scrapping from the crash. "Here I can help." Pressing against her flank to help her up, smiling trying to be as comforting as possible. "My den isn't to far away - ready?" Smiling hoping she could walk.

Just as they where almost at the den, the doe ran from his side in a panicking manor – shouting for someone. The fawn hurried to her side once again, trying his best to calm her down – her yelling would wake up a lot of deer if she kept doing it. And that could be dangerous – some dear weren’t as forgiving as others. “Ms.Cholena, I’ll find this Robin. You need to rest or you wounds are going to get worse.” Concerned for her well being, not having much other thoughts then tha- uh oh. He just said her name – realizing his mistake. She had never told him her name. A little scared of what she might say when she did catch on – he didn’t know how he knew peoples names but he had done this to someone else on accident before, and in turn, they where much more wary and hostile of him.

Mystic hoped she wouldn't catch, on standing in front of the doe so she couldn’t get past. Though being the tall, strong doe she seemed to be she could push him aside easily. His ear flipped down worry and desperation in his eyes – he didn’t want to get either of them in trouble nor allow her to hurt herself more.

Mystic sighed, glad that she listened to him – walking besides her, looking at the pitch black doe. “Who is Robin? Are you feeling any pain? Please sit in my spot, its warm and safe. “ Letting her do so if she pleased, before he sat in front of her, his den didn’t fit to many people – he usually sat on the rocks if he had company over. Though he was a fawn, he knew a little about carrying for wounds since he lived alone and had to care for himself – he had to learn. Rolling up some snow with his head, he put it in a leave and said to her, “Here this should help the head – num it a little.” , though he held the leaf of snow in his mouth so it was hard to say much of anything