His head lowered slightly before turning to the young fawn perched atop the grave. The stag grinned slightly, the worry masked underneath the strong feature. The fawn grinned also, before both deer began to weep, tears streaming down their faces.

Of course, who was to know if this water was from their eyes...or the eyes of the gods?

I've finally had one of my newer deer grow up, so I've been playin' er' a little more than say Shimmy and Shibushi.
Her name's Tjang.

And also,
Whoever you are lil' fawn, you're awesome! *dance-emote*