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Balun - 6 ½ - Riverfalcon Stag - Tagged Feather
The stag smiled, his ears perked straight up. He now had a nearly - clear image of her on the other side of the river. "Yes, It's me, I'm surprised you recognized my voice." Balun stated. He than realized she had noticed his antlers, which were distinct from the other stag's because of his species. Oh, she could have just saw me too. Maybe because I'm tall? Ugh, it doesn't matter, I'm fretting over something so minor. He thought to himself. I should probably get to the other side of the river, I only came back here to spend some alone time. Balun found it quite bothersome going two-and-from the river, but he had territory on the East side he needed to patrol, while west of the river the herd lives. He usually took a shortcut through The Crystal Lake, but it still took some time to get to that part of the river, as he had to follow it to the south until he reached the waterfall heading into Ruby Mountain. "So feather, why are you here by the river this time of day? I usually don't see the herd around here in this time." He asked.
Any deer knew what he meant by this time. The herd usually goes nowhere near the river at rut, though he wasn't sure why exactly. Possibly because it wasn't as busy here in the fall, and most stags decide to go to more central areas to find mates.
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