Who is the deer on the right?

I just want to thank you for a lovely time in the forest! At first, I was unsure whether you wanted Efter's company, or not, but when it became apparent that you did want to play with him, I enjoyed it thoroughly!

Thank you very much for assisting Efter in trying out some masks, and so on. I hope Efter helped you too! (I know he managed to get you a pelt! I'm hoping to try out some other pelts. I'm not sure about the grey one.. What do you think?)

Anyway, I do hope you see this, so I can find out who you are! Hope to see you again soon

Yesterday, and a few days before that, I saw four couples in the forest, and when I approached them and bowed, they either ignored me or did angry emotes. One pair of deer bowed back, bowed again, and then left. It feels horrible being excluded from a group. They weren't even doing anything but sitting around in the first place, so I don't see how I bothered them at all, or why they felt they needed to leave.

Day 22:
The gods... I like how they walk amongst us, sometimes. You can always see what they're up to.
But I wonder... where do they go when they're not here? Are there other forests to tend? Other places to manage?
Infact... what is beyond the forest? Is this all there is?

Day 23:
I was looking in the pond, today. I know some deer have died there.
But, where do we go when we die? What happens to our bodies- to our minds? Do we become ghosts, or go to another place?
...Do we even have to die at all? If I can mature so quickly, when will I grow old? Some deer grow old... but some don't seem to change at all.

Day 24:
The things I dream at night, they don't belong to me, do they? The images I see in my head- I've never known these objects, these places, these feelings before. The creatures...
Should I be worried? Am I mad? Who is this person- this voice I speak with, the voice that I know...

Day 25:
I dreamt of her again. A female.. something. I feel her strange claws reach out to touch me- but the touch is soft. Like a warm embrace from another deer.
So... very warm...

Day 26:
My pelt is sticking. I love the orange colour it's coming out in. I have new tines on my short antler growths. I'm glad that I've made it this far. But now, I look back at the smaller fawns and wish I could play so freely again. Too much play and some stags look down on me.
I still don't seem to understand what gender I am. I have antlers but nothing in the way of a ... staghood.

Day 27:
A tree fell in the forest, today. No one else was around to hear it. It made the most sickening-
crack.
My belly contracted and turned into knots. And I smelt blood somewhere in the depths of my mind. Tasted it. Stronger and stronger until I had to run for the pond to wash it out.
This has happened before... I have heard this noise- this pain in my head. The pressure in my neck. I have felt this before!