The deer are becoming skittish as rutting season begins. Although for the most part near invisible, Brinken Wood was alive with deer. Like Mythagos you might catch one out of the corner of your eye as they move deftly through the clutter of juvenile trees and waste high bracken, though you can hear their movement all around you, and the roar of competing stags echoes through the stands. An exciting time in the forest calender.
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