Enna Part I

What is your purpose in life? Why are you here? What do you want? There are the questions Enna, a young male deer asks himself as he begins a journey that will take him throughout his world. As he travels, he will find his beliefs challenge, his understandings altered, his very existence called into question. He will see and experience events that will change his very notion of who he is. This is part one of a three part journey that will take this young der and change him in ways he could never imagine.


3. Lessons


After Gurren’s death, things got quiet among the herd males. No one approached him. No one even used the meadow for a few days after his fight. Gurren’s mostly eaten remains lay in the grass and the smell was not pleasing. After the birds picked it over, there was nothing much left except the bones. Only then, after the odor of death had passed, did the males go back using the meadow by day. No one came around to question him about the fight. None of the senior males or Ellis seemed to notice. It was looked on as one of the unfortunate happenings that occurred in the herd. He ate out in the meadow, when it wasn’t covered in snow. The grass did not grow back like in summer and this forced him to go further away to find food. With all the herd males eating the grass, soon all of it was gone.

The second snow came with a blast of cold air. He found a few pine trees close together and they gave him some protection from the wind. It helped, but even through his winter coat, he was cold. He did not seem to suffer the effects of the winter like some of the smaller herd males. His life became a routine of get up, find enough to eat, stay out of the cold, and go back to sleep. When he was awake, no one ever tried to talk with him. At first, he was happy with this, but soon he started feeling a bit lonely. In the few times, he saw deer in the open, once they saw him, they backed away as if afraid they be next. Even the three-season and older deer left him by himself.

During the day when the herd males came out to eat, he started noting some deer looking ragged and sickly. Many coughed. He expected a few of them would not last through the winter. After the meadow was grazed bare, he decided he try and find food elsewhere. There was still the big meadow. Relco said he could go where he please as long as he did not go near the pond. One night, he left the herd males and climbed the hill. He went back to where he saw the tall oak trees. There was still some acorns left. He ate those and then walked slowly toward the meadow. The forest felt close around him like he was being watched by lots of hungry eyes. He strained his ears and nose to find anything that might be following him. He found nothing. He felt he might be imaging it. He saw a few older doe on the big meadow long with several of this year’s fawns that would soon be yearlings. He walking into the open and found the grass here was better. He started to eat. With the acorns he found, he had his best meal since winter started. He drank heavily in the stream. He decided to approach some of the doe. As he got closer, they all stopped eater and looked at him. A few started to walk away. What happened must have gotten around to here. Rather than chase the doe off the meadow, he decided to turn around and walk back into the forest. As he moved toward the large oaks again, he picked up a familiar scent. He looked up and saw Relco and a four-season male approach him. He stopped, held his head up indicating he was not a threat and waited.

“What brings you over here?” Relco asked.

“I was curious what the other parts of the forest looked like,” he answered respectfully. “Also, the grass was starting to get thin in that meadow. I thought as long as I do not go near the pond, no one would mind.”

“That is true.” the other deer said casually. “I am Ellkin, the son of Ellis. We heard what happened to Gurren.”

“I think everyone has,” he answered. “It was not what I wanted, but I did not think he left me any choice.”

“I talked to some of Gurren’s group,” Relco said. “They all told me he had threatened you. You just took care of him first. None of us or Ellis blame you.”

“Thank you,” he said and bowed his head slightly. “I would have hated to been thrown out of this forest in the middle of winter.”

“Do not worry about that,” Ellkin said and dismissed it with a nod of his head. “Gurren was a fool, a braggart, and a bully. He thought he be taken as a senior male in the spring. That would have never happened. My father could not stand him and he was not liked by almost all the senior males. That you easily beat him is something else. We do not get many two-season males that can fight that well. Your father taught you well. It is a pity he is gone. He could have been a great help to this herd.”

That brought back painful memories. “He was of great help to my old herd,” he said in a low voice. “So much of a help, it killed him. He went off one day and I never saw him again. Just how and why he died, my old herd leader would never tell me.”

“That is not right,” Relco said.

“No, it is not,” a voice called from his left side. It was an old, but strong voice.

All of them were surprised and they turned quickly to the sound of the voice. No one had heard him come up. Out of the trees, silently, came an old deer.

“Ellnor,” Ellkin gasped. “I thought you were still by the pond.”

“I also heard the owl tell my son and you that Enna was coming onto the meadow here. I may be old, but I am not deaf. I too wanted to meet him.”

He bowed lower and spoke with even more respect. “Thank you, herd leader.”

“I am not herd leader, young male,” he said like he was thankful of the fact. “You may call me Ellnor.”

“Thank you, Ellnor,” he repeated.

The old deer looked up at Ellkin and Relco. “I need to talk to this young male alone for a while. Please excuse us.”

“Of course,” Relco said and immediately walked away. Ellkin was right behind. In a moment, they were alone.

“Walk with me, Enna,” he said and walked slowly away from the meadow and toward a part of the forest he knew nothing about.

Enna followed wondering why the father of the herd leader wanted to talk to him. Once they were away from the meadow, the old deer stopped suddenly.

“Relco tells me you did not want to take Gurren’s place as leader of his group. It was your right to do so after you beat him. He also says you have told the other herd males you have no interest in being a senior male. Why is that?” the old deer asked.

He wondered why the old deer was interested in that. “That is hard for me to say,” he told Ellnor. “I just do not feel part of this herd or the herd I was born into. I feel apart.”

“Interesting,” the old male said. “So, you do not feel you belong here.”

“Not just here,” he said. “I feel I do not belong anywhere.”

“That is different,” the old male said as if pondering his words. “Is it because of the way we and your other herd have treated you?”

How could he explain to this male, or any other deer how he felt? If he told him the truth, he would never understand it.

“For my old herd yes, I did not like the way I was treated. I did not like the way my father just disappeared and no one would tell me why. Here, I have nothing against how you treated me, but I still feel I do not belong.”

Ellnor shook his head no. “That is not the whole truth, and I know it,” he said with some bitterness. “You do not trust me enough to tell me what you really feel. In fact, I think you do not trust any deer and that is part of your problem. If you are going to live in this herd or any herd, you have to be able to trust your herd leader and your senior males. I can understand why you did not trust Delos. Oh yes, I have heard about him. He was not honest with you about your father. I would not trust him either. However, this herd has done nothing like that to you. I cannot see why you cannot trust us.”

He stood there muted. He wanted more than anything else to leave, but he felt rooted to his spot. Ellnor’s eyes seem to look through him.  ”It is not just trust,” young male,” Ellnor said sternly. “It is something much deeper than that and I want to know what it is. Not just for my sake, but for your sake. If you continue the way you are, you are going to become a lonely, bitter, and useless male and we have enough useless males in this herd now. You have ability, you have strength, and you are wise, but you need to get wiser especially about yourself. Now tell me the whole story. Maybe I can help you.”

Help me, he felt like saying. What could this old deer do to help him.  He took a deep breath trying not to get mad. “No one can help me,” he growled.

“I see,” Ellnor said and looked to be walking by him. Suddenly and without any sign of threat, Ellnor swept around with his front leg under him. He tried to jump back, but he was not nearly fast enough. Before he knew it, he fell down on his front knees. Then Ellnor shifted his weight and hit him in the right side with his shoulder. He fell over like a tree in a high wind. Before he knew it, Ellnor was standing on his right flank.

“You are a fool!” Ellnor angrily said looking down at him.  ”I am going to keep you lying on the ground until you tell me the real reason why you feel so apart from the rest of us.”

He tried to roll out of the way, but Ellnor came down on his flank, not hard enough to kill him, but hard enough to hurt.

“Do not do that!” he yelled now sounding disgusted at him. “I taught my son and all these senior males how to fight. I can still easily kill you even though I am old and weak. Now stay still and tell me.”

“You would never understand it,” he said gritting his teeth.

He felt the pressure of Ellnor’s hoofs increase in his side. It was getting difficult to breath. “Try me,” Ellnor ordered him.

He was getting madder by the moment. If this old idiot wanted to know what he really felt, then so be it. “You want to know, he growled. “Very well, it is because I do not care a bit for any of you. None of you mean anything to me. None of these herd males mean anything to me. That why I do not want to be a leader. It is because I do not care what happens to any deer except me. Are you now happy.”

Ellnor’s face looked shocked. He stepped off of him and backed up two lengths. He quickly got on to his feet and faced the old deer. “Are you satisfied,” he repeated. “That is why they told me to leave the other herd, because I could not feel anything for the deer there.”

“Have you always felt this way?” Ellnor asked.

“No,” he answered. “Not always. When I was a fawn, I liked three deer, my mother, my father, and a doe my age called Mora. My mother raised me and taught me about the forest. She cared for me, but died when I was a yearling trying to have another fawn. My father then taught me mostly when I was a yearling. He taught me about Man, how to fight, how to stay away from danger, and how to move through the forest like the wind. I cared for him until he was gone. Mora and I spent time together as fawns and yearlings. We liked each other and we thought when we were older she would be my mate.” After that he trailed off.

“I understand. You were a normal yearling at one time. What happened to change you?” Ellnor asked.

“I am not sure,” he said. “It was after my father disappeared. Soon I realized he was not coming back and I was alone. I looked at the herd around me and more and more it seemed what they were doing was pointless. Eating, playing, looking for position and mates. The more I looked at the herd, the less and less sense it made to me. Then one night, I heard a pack of coyotes attack and kill a yearling doe near me. They found her, chased her, and then ate her. I found what was left of her the next day. Then it suddenly struck me.”

“What was that, Enna?” The old males voice became softer.

“We are all just food, “he said. “All of us deer, all we are is food for someone else. Either Man kills and eats us, or bears, or coyotes, or something else. All we are is food to them. Our entire life is nothing more than waiting until we become food. Once I understood that, nothing became important. Why the effort, why the care, if we all we do in the end is feeding someone? Why bother? After that, everything became less and less important. Ever Mora became nothing to me. I bred her this Season, but I felt nothing for her only that she is a nice-looking doe I wanted to bred. After we were done, I felt almost nothing. I send her away. I know I hurt her, but I could not lie to her and tell her I felt for her when I did not.”

Ellnor was clearly not happy with his answer. “I am more than food for some Man or bear. I am a deer, a herd leader, and I have a purpose,” Ellnor cut in. “I taught my son and my other family what I know so they can help the other deer. To be able to help, you have to feel about the other creatures in the forest whether it is care or fear. You have to be able to feel for them. You are here not just to be food, you are here to make life better for others.

That was more useless talk he felt. To care means nothing he knew. What happened because of it. “And these others, where are they now?” he asked.

Ellnor took a deep breath. “Most are gone now for one reason or the other. I am the last one left, why?”

“And does this forest care about this. Does the forest care if you are here or not, or your son, or your senior males, or even the entire herd? The forest does not care who you are, what you have done, what you feel, or what you do. It is not bothered by any of it. Since nothing cares about me, I care about nothing because I know that nothing I ever will do will make the any difference.”

Ellnor just stood there in silence looking at him closely. Was he about to get thrown out of this forest also? The old deer grunted in disgust and slowly walked up to him and said in a low voice. “I do not have an answer for you. You are correct, all creatures that are born will one day die. Soon it will be me. Still I believe my life was not wasted because the herd needs to be looked after. Doing this keeps as many deer alive and living as long as possible. Yet in the end, you are right, it will all be for nothing. As you said, most of us become food. It is not who we feed when we die that matters, it is what we do while we are alive. That is important thing.”

He did not feel satisfied at all with the old deer’s answer. He suspected what would happen once this was known to the senior males.  “I suppose you will now tell your son, the herd leader, all about this?”

“No,” Ellnor said. “I will tell no one. You cannot help what your feel any more than I can help what I feel, but I am going to ask you to do something.”

“Oh, and what is that?” he wanted to know.

Ellnor then started to look very serious. Do not go back and live with the herd males. They will do you no good. Instead you should live near here in the thick oak trees.”

“Your son, the herd leader, would not like that,” he said.

Ellnor smiled and talked to him like someone he had known for a while. “No, they will not allow you to live by the pond. You are still far enough away from there where they will not get upset. I will also tell my son I talked to you and think it would be better if you stay here. Then I am going to come here and teach you the things I know. In that way, I hope to be able to convince you that your life and the others around you means something.”

“Why do you want to do that?” he asked. Why should the old deer care what he felt?

“I hope that over the winter you will learn that answer for yourself,” Ellnor said “For now you will learn things that will help you better understand how to stay alive, and why you should stay alive. Until tomorrow night,” the old deer said and silently walked away.

The next night he ate on the meadow with the doe and then after he had his fill went back to his bedding area. There stood the old deer. He looked a little annoyed.

“We will eat after we talk from now on,” he ordered. “For now, I want you to follow me and look how I walk.”

With that he followed the old deer for a while. He could not see how the old deer was walking any different than him. After a while the old deer stopped.

“You are not watching close enough, I can still hear you,” Ellnor said.

“I did not break any twigs or branches,” he protested.

Ellnor took a deep breath. “That much you understand, young male. What you do not see is how I put my hoofs down. You drop you hoof on the ground. I can easily hear it. I lightly place my hoof on the ground, you cannot hear it. Tell me, did you hear me coming last night when I saw your with Relco and Ellkin?”

He thought about it for a moment. “No, none of us heard you,” he said.

“Yes” Ellnor told him. “You did not hear me. A bear would not have heard me and Man would not have heard me. Now watch again and look carefully.”

He watched again and then he saw it. Just before Ellnor put his hoof on the ground, he stopped for an instant when his hoof was just about the ground and then slowly lowered it. It made him slower, but the old deer was right, he could hardly hear him. He tried it and almost tripped over himself. He did it again and slowly he started to do it.

“Better, but you need to practice more,” Ellnor told him. “Try sneaking up on other deer. When you can do that, you will be ready.  Now for something else. Brace yourself like you were going to fight me.”

He spread his legs like his father taught him. He put his head down and even though they had no racks, he made ready. Ellnor moved around him looking closely.

“That is good, your father taught you well,” he said with a nod of his head. “There is one thing you must remember.”

“What is that?” he asked.

“This!” Ellnor said loudly and swung his back leg under his rear legs knocking them out from under him. His back end went to the ground. It took all of his control not to fall over.

“Good,” Ellnor said with approval. “At least you did not fall on your face like most deer would. A wise deer will try and trip you like that. You must be able to avoid that.”

“How?” he asked.

“If you see someone is trying to trip you, shift you weight to your other legs and then lift the legs the deer is trying to trip up slightly.” With that Ellnor stood like he did and then suddenly shifted his weight forward. It was barely noticeable. Then he lifted his rear legs up slightly. “Like that,” Ellnor told him. If you do that, they cannot trip you. Now stand again and try doing that as I try and trip you again.

He stood again with his feet spread and Ellnor tried to trip him again. He threw his weight forward and lifted his hind legs high into the air. Ellnor’s legs passed under him and when his rear legs came down, he was stable again.

“That was good, but you shifted your weight too far forward and lifted your legs too high. If you do that, it can take you too long to recover and the other deer can attack you while you are off balance.”

They continued for a while until the lesser light was overhead. Then Ellnor stopped and went into the meadow to eat. He followed and ate some. After they were done, Ellnor led him back into the forest.

“I will leave you now,” Ellnor said. “I cannot come every night, I still have other duties, but I will come as much as I can. Practice what you have learned.”

“I will,” he told him. “Thank you again.”

With that the old deer left him alone. He still wondered what the old deer was up too. He still had a hard time accepting that Ellnor was doing this because he liked him. There was another reason, but what it was, he had no idea. What Ellnor was showing him was as helpful as what his father had showed him. He decided he try and learn it the best he could and worry about what the point was later.

Thus, it began. Every few nights Ellnor would come to him and he showed him other things like how to follow someone in the forest without being seen. How to better find predators before they found you. During this time, the rest of the senior males left him alone. It was like he was not there for them. They were not threatening toward him, but no one talked to him much. Instead most of the time he never talked to anyone, other than Ellnor. Sometimes he spoke to the doe on the meadow. They were also cool to him; yet at times he noticed some of the late yearling doe and two-season doe looked at him when they did not think he was looking. They studied him at times. He hoped it was because they were looking at him as a possible mate for next Season. Some of them were very nice looking. He still didn’t feel anything for any of them, but they did interest him. Once they were in midwinter, Ellnor and Ellis did come out on the meadow more often looking at the doe and some of the male fawns from last spring. If they looked hungry and weak, they send them to other areas with more food. He had no idea why they were so weak; he had no problem finding food where he lived. He then realized that he hardly saw any deer near where he was living.

In late winter, there was a bad snow storm. The meadow was covered so deep in snow, it was difficult for deer to dig and get at the grasses. Even he had problems finding food not buried in snow. All the deer then started to eat bark off the trees. It was not very filling, but it did keep the hunger away. Not long after that, he started to hear coughing from some doe. The next night Ellnor did not come, but he saw Relco walking toward the herd male meadow. He came up behind him like Ellnor showed him and managed to get within five length before Relco smelled him and turned around quickly.

“Do not do that,” Relco shouted. “You scared me.”

“Sorry,” he apologized. “I was just trying some of the things Ellnor taught me”

“Well try them on some other deer,” Relco said. “I have to do something important.”

“Anything wrong?” he asked.

“We are hearing there is sickness among the herd males. A few of the weaker ones have already died. Ellis sent me over to see.”

If that was the case, he wanted to go nowhere near the herd male meadow. The last thing he needed was to get sick. “I hope you do not find much sickness,” he said and then quickly walked away.

Relco said nothing and continued on toward the herd male meadow. He thought Relco was foolish to go to a place with sickness. Still, what could he do to stop him? If Relco got sick, it was his problem. He watched the senior male walk off and he went back to his spot to sleep.

He did not see Relco return. He ate some bark off of some young oak trees. He also found a spot with some acorns hidden under the snow. He ate fully and practiced what Ellnor taught him.

The next night he waited for Ellnor. He was about to leave thinking Ellnor was busy when he heard a deer approach. The deer was quiet, but noisier than Ellnor. He moved quickly and quietly until he was downwind of the noise. The scent was then blown to him. It was a doe, a young doe. The scent was familiar until he realized it was Ellis’ daughter. He stood still and let her approach. He watched her as she walked by. Not a stunning beauty, but a nice-looking doe. She be a two-season doe in the spring. She was filled out, maybe a bit stocky. She was not sleek. He waited until she walked by him before he stepped out.

“Greetings,” he said.

She turned quickly around to face him. He had scared her. She never smelled or heard him.

“Do not do that,” she said with a gasp. “You are like Ellnor.”

“Sorry,” he said. “Are you here alone?”

“Yes,” she said. “My father sent me away. Relco came back and he was sick. Father was afraid the other deer get sick so he asked us all to leave. Ellnor told me I should come here and talk to you.”

“Why me?” he asked. “I am no senior male. Most daughters of herd males usually take up with a senior male.”

“They are old,” she said. “I told my father I like to be near someone my own age. You are only a season older than me.”

If Ellnor sent her, it would not be polite to send her away he knew. He smiled and looked her over. Yes, during The Season, she be a nice doe to breed, but that was far away. They had to get through winter first.

“Have you eaten?”  he asked.

“No,” she answered.

“Come with me,” he told her. “I know a place where there are still some acorns.” With that he led the way toward a stand of oak tree. It took them a while to walk there. As they were walking he said, “I am sorry, but I did not hear you name when I was with your father.”

“I am Karla,” she said. “My father told me he named me after his mother.”

“Do you know if Ellnor is coming tonight?”

“No, he left with my father and mother. I do not know where they went,” she said.

He noticed she did not move as easily or noiselessly as Ellnor. She was quiet, but not silent. Ellnor’s movements were also more precise. Ellnor did not move through the forest as much as he flowed through it like water in a stream. She did test the air from time to time so she was no fool like some of the herd males.

“Try and walk like me,” he suggested. “Put your foot down gently,” he said and then showed her. “Ellnor taught me this and it makes you quieter.”

“You sound like my father,” she said with a grin. “Why do we need to be so quiet.”

“Because some of the creatures that can hear us also want to eat us,” he said bluntly. “This is winter, all creatures are looking hard for food. I do not want to be food, so I try and be extra careful.”

With that he stopped and showed her how to walk like Ellnor showed him.  He then walked slowly giving her a chance to practice. Just as it took him time to learn, it would take her time also.  He walked in front and listened. She was quieter. They walked silently until he came to the stand of large oaks he had seen three nights before on his travels. Although he smelled other deer as they walked, he did not hear any near him. Other deer were spreading out through the forest looking for something good to eat. He hoped they did not find the same oaks as he did. It took until the lesser light was overhead before they got there. Some deer had found the acorns, but there were enough left for both of them to fill themselves. They ate some of the snow for water and soon they were satisfied. As they first light appeared they both emptied themselves. He found a small rise of the ground covered with a heavy layer of leaves and no snow.

“It is getting light,” he said. “We should sleep here where it is dry. You can sleep next to the trees and I will sleep here. “

She nodded and went up the small rise to sleep. He found another dry patch and lay down. They both went to sleep quickly.

He got up the following night feeling refreshed. After he emptied himself he looked for Karla. He found her several lengths away drinking out of a small stream. He did likewise. The sky had cleared and it felt warmer. He saw much of the snow had melted during the day. He looked around. Behind him was the meadows and most of the deer. He had no idea what was in front of him.  He looked over to Karla who was standing and clewing some cud.

“Do you know the forest around here?” he asked.

“A little,” she said looking around her. “Most of the herd does not come this way. There is a small hill in front of us. Beyond that, I know nothing.”

They would be alone and in a higher place. That would be good for two reasons. “If there is sickness in the herd, then we should try and stay away from other deer. My mother taught me that as a fawn. A hill is a good place to be. It is harder to get to you. Can you show me the way?”

“Yes,” she said and walked away from him toward the deepest part of the forest.

He followed, trying to be as quiet as he could and smelling around him. The wind was hitting him in the right flank. Hard to smell anyone in front of them. They walked for a while and came to a small clearing. He looked it over. It had not been grazed over.

“Let us eat here,” he said.

“Yes,” she answered. “I do not remember much grass growing on the hill.”

They stopped and ate their fill of the grass. It had been frozen and then thawed. It was poor tasting, but did fill their stomachs.  Afterwards they walked for a while until they came to a small hill. He went up on top of it and looked it over and found no other deer or anything else had been here. Other than squirrels, an owl, and two possum families, they had the hill to themselves. They had to walk almost back to the clearing they ate in to find a stream to drink out of. It was a good place to be.

They stayed there for several days. The sky clouded over again and it rained, and then snowed. There was not much snow, but afterwards it got cold. The wind blew. They found a part of the hill that was protected from the wind. Karla found a place near some young pine trees that offered more protection. He slept away in the open. During the day it got cold, colder than any time during the winter. For the first time, he started to feel himself shiver. The last thing he needed was to get sick. He got up right after midday and looked around.

“Enna, come here,” he heard Karla called to him.  He came over thinking something was wrong. She lay on the ground her right flank close to the pine trees.

“Something wrong?” he asked.

“No,” she said with a smile on her face. “You are cold. Lie down next to me. It is warmer here.”

He was shocked. “You are the herd leader’s daughter. You cannot just take up with any male.”

Karla shook her head no. “I am not taking up with you. I am lying next to you to stay warm. I did that next to my father. It is no different. You are lying next to me, not breeding me. That time is still a way off. Please, lie down next to me.”

He was cold, so he went over and lay down next to her and moved in so they closely touched. Within moments she was fast asleep. She leaned over and her head rested on his shoulder. He liked the feeling. He lay there and studied the doe. She was nice looking. He had to admit it, he was starting to like this doe. . ..  Then a great light went off in his head. In a flash, it came to him. He shot upwards onto his feet like he was being attacked. It was all too clear now. He had been a fool. He suddenly felt enraged. How dare Ellnor do this to him. Now he understood the reason behind the lessons, behind all the kind advice, and now this time with a doe; his son’s own daughter. And he thought he was bad.  How could he have not seen it before. He suddenly wanted to find Ellnor and beat him like he did Gurren.

“Enna, what is wrong?” Karla’s voice said sounding worried.

He sung quickly around. His quick motion scared her. She jumped back. He looked at her and had the immediate desire to take his rage out on her, but he stopped himself. Was she a part of this, or like him, just a deer being used by others around her? He glared at her. “When Ellnor sent you away from the pond to find me, did he say anything like be nice to me.”

“Enna I do not understand. . . “she started to say.

“DID HE!” he yelled. The force of his voice made her move away from him. He saw fear in her eyes.

“He told me you were a nice deer that needed company,” she was almost crying now. “Ellnor told me he felt you be good to look out after me while the herd spread out to avoid illness. What is wrong,” she pleaded

She was being used just like him and for the same reason, for the benefit of this herd. A herd he cared even less for now. He calmed down. This was not her fault he told himself.

“Listen to me,” he said slowly. “You are being used to try and keep me in this herd. I had told Ellnor and Relco that I did not care about this herd and the deer in it. Ellnor wanted me to stay. He started by being nice to me and teaching me much like my father did. Then to make sure I stayed, he sent me something any male deer would want: a nice-looking doe, you Karla. You were to be the reason I would stay.”

“No,” she gasped. “Ellnor would not do that.”


“Oh, yes he would,” he growled, “And has.”

Now what to do, he thought. He could not go back. With what he knew he could never trust Ellnor again. He wanted nothing to do with Ellis, Ellnor, or any other of the other senior males after this.  Well, he was only planning on staying for winter. Winter was almost over. Time for him to go. He looked at Karla again.

“Can you find your way back home?” he asked.


“Yes,” she said.

“Then go back, because I am leaving the forest,” he said and meant it.  ”I will not be going back. I am angry at Ellnor and the others and I will not be treated like this. You tell Ellnor I will stay in a herd because I want to stay, not because someone tries to trick me to stay. Also say thank you for the lessons. You should leave now.”

“You do not want me,” she asked. She was starting to remind him of Mora. More hurt he has caused.

“No, not now,” he said forcefully. “I do not want you, or this herd. I care nothing about any of you now. Leave and go find someone else to be happy with. It will not be me.”

Her head and tail drooped and he watched he slowly move down the hill with tears coming down her face. He would not be weak and accept the offer to him. He would be as he was and nothing and no one would change that. When she was out of sight, he walked down the other side of the hill and went into the deeper forest. Thinking back over his time here, Ellnor and the others had taught him several good lessons. None of were as important as how to use another deer for their own ends.

He hoped they liked his lesson to them.


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