Weathered was a young buck who really lived up to his name, pushing his way through and weathering whatever came across his path. There were times that he could grow broody and feel like a storm was gathering. Recently he'd spent some time with a lovely doe. It was weighing on him unlike any of his past intimate interactions, not that there had been many of those.
"It was probably that family I met in the meadow" Weathered muttered to himself. The two parents had been thrilled at the adoption of their first child. Was it children he was worried about? Did he want any himself? Did Blush? "I can't believe I'm worrying about this. If it happened, there's nothing I can do about it now, right?"
With those thoughts and concerns for himself, for Blush, and any potential... complications, Weather walked on, distracted enough that he could run into anyone or anything along that way.
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