The temperature started to rise at snail speed, winter unwilling to realize it icy grip on the beautiful forest, much to the dismay to some of the dear. Mystic enjoyed the winter ,in all honesty, the cold was a shock to the senses and made him feel alive the first time it hit his brown fur – it had been his first winter, you see. The fawn also enjoyed the fact that, the winter brought people together – friends, family, and even strangers huddle together for warmth, meeting others and mingling. Yet sometimes it could be cruel, many young fawn may not make it this winter or anyone wounded – unless they had herbs at hand and knew how to use them. But life needs it’s balance, even when it comes to death, thinking about the twin gods.

This chilly ,winter morning , he was on a hunt for someone he had meant a few months ago. One of the first deer he had ever meant, wise and quite approachable - Lucas. He had hopped to find him by the lakes he said he’d teach him how to swim at, but the ice covering the water had made that promise wait just a bit longer to be fulfilled. Looking around know, walking along the stream coming close to the bridge. I’ll keep looking to late evening – then I’ll have to get home before it gets to cold, he thought. Mystic wondered what the stag would say, he had changed a little over the months. Stronger, slightly bigger, he had also gained a few more markings and some locks of maroon started to form on his head – hopping for antlers later in life.