Dogfight was still loitering around Never Idle's clearing, ignoring the glares of kin hard at work as only a teenager (or a buck with an attitude) can. Though, to be fair, he really was oblivious to the activity around him. He had just met the cutest doe. More Love...even her name was perfect. A dreamy sigh. At some point Dogfight had picked some wildflowers for a gift, but now he merely waited for her return. And waited. What were a few hours to the happiness that awaited him? Or...that he awaited, as the case may be.
Night had begun to fall, and he was finally starting to feel a little foolish.
Samuel Carlin
haaaa, I just started something, hope that's alright!