Clouds of Lightning waited for one of his children to come back around. He was pretty sure one would, just not sure which. The buck thought of the the day he found a blessed one. It was so different from what he imagined it to be. The Moon is Gleaming, glided up to spot where the swamp met the desert. Her hooves marking her passage with silent shifting of dirt. It appeared that her father was deep in thought, and she smiled. Snorting to get his attention, Moon continued walking up to the buck. How easy he would be to scare when he was like this.
Clouds knew that she was there, the wind was in his favor not hers this time. "You know, we may need to hunt more often to learn from each other. The way you walk softly and I with the stillness."
The Cake Mage of Sheep