The stag opens his slitted yellow eyes to the world. The war paint has worn off, his coat returning to its beautiful golden and brown color. His anger and will to look for a fight has gone with it, though his wild manners remain. He stands, stretching with dignity, shaking the grass from his long fur.

A new day means a new way to experience where he's landed. He's going to make the most of it.

He runs wildly. The wind blows through his pelt, pulling it back and flattening it. His eyes are wide with the joy of running. He'd smile if he could.

The fight with the purple-ish angry-stag has not left him too badly off. Ulh smiles. The scrapes and scratches are healing quickly, so very quickly. He is already able to run again, reveling in the freedom of this new place. What a strange stag that one was.

He nearly trips over the deer sitting in a field of flowers. He laughs and comes closer, eyes flashing with mad joy as she stands. The deer appears to be a doe. Ulh runs around madly and she joins him. Soon they are running around like little fawns, Ulh's eyes alight with joy.

They run and jump through the forest. He jumps over the top of her and nearly avoids a collision several times. His sort of daredevil joy can be dangerous, but he knows that he's in control. He grins and greets two other deer who approach.

They join their mad game, but leave soon after. Ulh shrugs and continues running and bouncing with the doe. She does things that amaze him, like sitting in rocks and trees. Then she appears and he gasps.

Strange forest.

Pride is far from him now in his rejuvenation. Pride is second best to wildness. His eyes shine in exhilaration. He wishes he could tell her, but he cannot. Words never come when he tries.

They arrive at some large stones. She gets up on one, but he cannot seem to make it. At first, he tries, but soon settles for attacking the rock and pouting. He begins to walk away and suddenly finds himself on the rock. He jumps in glee.

They both enter a rock. Strange place. They dance within it, looking like fools. Ulh doesn't care. The exhilaration of something new is overwhelming, blocking out every emotion except joy, wild, untamed joy.

Then she hides. He knows where she is, but he pretends that he's lost her, acting confused. She pops out from the rock and he changes his expression to surprised and awed. She laughs. He laughs. Emotion flows through his veins.

There's a fawn. A sweet little fawn. He nuzzles the child, so tiny and warm. He wonders if he was like this, but decides that he wasn't, at least not here. The does sits down and he grows bored. He runs off.

He treks to the pond, wounds suddenly becoming more known. A few have begun to bleed again, but he doesn't care. They're his trophies, after all. He goes deeper into thought, pride returning. He is a strong warrior, wild and fierce. He is untamed. He is-

Falling in the water.

He gets out and shakes off the water. His face has disappeared, replaced by a strange, flatter one. The eyes are set right against the skull. He struggles to breathe in this new face, panicking. His antlers have shrunk too. His golden pelt is now a light brown. He flips out for a bit longer before hitting his head on a rock. When he awakens, everything is back, as if by magic.

Strange forest.

He stands and walks over to a sleeping deer. Why they would possibly want to sleep is beyond him. He pokes them. He pokes them again. And again. And again. Nothing happens. He sighs in disappointment and heads back to the pond, laying in the shallows.

He soaks his wounds before he nods off, quietly, unable to resist.

He really wishes that sleep was obsolete.