Archam stood in the cobblestone at the bank of the creek. His ears flicked around listening to the animals that were done sleeping through the winter, out stretching there legs. The birds that soared around, looking for a meal. And the wind the gusted about the lands, almost as though it was singing a song. It was surely a beautiful day today, the flowers were nearing full bloom and the trees were back to life with bright green leaves. The air was fresh, not bitter like winter, and not thick like during the summer; it was easy to inhale and it tasted pure. He gently flicked his tail at the pesky insects that were beginning to come back to the lands, crawling on him to find there next meal.
He head quickly pivoted to the left as he heard Sirana, his daughter, scream out for him. He bolted forward running through the creek, water splashing up on his belly, disturbing the waters ecosystem. He leaped slightly landing on the opposite bank, continuing to push towards the direction Siranas voice came from. Was his herd being ambushed? He did not know why Sirana was calling for him, she never sounded frantic before. He raced through the wooded area, weaving in and out of trees and after a few minutes he was able to pick up her scent. She was very near now, a couple more swerves between the trees and the hefty stags eyes landed on his daughter. Sirana! whats wrong?! he snorted sliding to a halt, the filly was all by herself, there was no ambush, it was really just peaceful. What could she have possibly called him for, making him think she was dying or something.
@[Sirana]