As they draw within sight and stop a short distance away, The Shadow slowly drops into a crouch beside her, the movement slow enough not to draw attention. His face is expressionless as a mask, except for his eyes. He watches the deer with calm respect, glad for the sight.

The deer, for their part, are aware of the human presence through smell. A few nostrils are flared in their direction, but as there are no sudden movements or gunpowder smells, they quickly resume their browsing. It's a small group, a few females and one young male with antlers too small to be worth any game hunter's attention, but as they watch there's a sudden flurry in the underbrush around the deer, and a pair of fawns are revealed as they clumsily chase each other, oblivious to any onlooking eyes.