The older stag walked her way, he was a handsome young stag with a black pelt and huge antlers. I bowed to him while he watched with satisfaction. He tilt his head right and reared. Shy and weak I backed down and bowed again. He fell on his back laughing. I stood up and her face flushed red, she was confused and weak, again. The younger stags and does ran off with the handsome stag following. His legs moved in a swift motion; he stood tall and proud on the hill with sun beaming in from the middle, he reared and told me to follow. The young fawn's legs shook at first but picked up speed when she met up with him on the hill. He winked at her and took off...