It is a nightmare. Around him is a mass of writhing, undulating shapes. The mate he has taken is consumed by them, pulled under by the abhorrence he has created. All he can do is watch them, watch as they drag Vixen away and leave him alone. Compel sobs to himself, as around him it hungers. He will bear no children to the world, only monsters. He is a monster and it is all he shall have.

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Roses finds him, shuddering and alone. He had gone out to seek her, it seems, and fell asleep. Roses gives a gentle sound, finding the form of the swan and approaching. He is entranced in a nightmare. Calling on her gift, Rose approaches him, laying next to the buck.

You will have healthy children. Beautiful and happy, she thinks, closing her eyes.

He sleeps well that night, with only pleasant dreams for the future.