The doe ran silently, in an attempt to outrun the terrors that her mind created for her, dodging amongst trees, flying through the gaps between them, more open than they seemed, oh but how small they seemed.
The blindingly white stag looked down, eyes of slate grey softening at the sight, his white fur stained red with blood that drizzled gently from the tines of the stag who slept next to him, curled easily against his side, head gentle on his shoulder.
As far as he knew, his partner would not give up those hearts for anyone, such a protective one he was of them.
