The trees shook, and the bushes bristled. The pines scratched in the wind making intericate sounds in which were soft and loved. It wasn't until then was there a loan fawn in the woods, making crys for its mother, but still, she was no where to be seen. Nor did the young spirit hear her sweet voice that was the sound of her soft fur. He was on his way, until he saw another deer come out from behind a tree.