"A slice of life"
They continued to see the creatures as the summer wore on, and as the season began to change the creatures themselves became bolder and bolder, approaching the house at night, watching from the trees by day.
Little Sprite was no longer allowed to play outdoors without her parents’ supervision as she often claimed the beasts called to her to come to them.
Thorn, the stag, had also sensed that the creatures wanted to be followed. This disperbed them deeply, and he now carried his spear and dagger wherever he went.
“Will they go away?” the Doe asked one day, as the two deer watched three of the beasts stand behind the tree line watching them.
“Once the cold comes.” her mate answered, putting his arm around her reassuringly. “They won't cause us harm, I’m sure.”
There was a hooting sound from the treeline, then a sound as of wood being knocked together, then the creatures disappeared.