
Or it was nerves. Prolly nerves.
Breaking out of her inner though process, the doe found herself stopped in the middle of the path.
"Ridiculous!" she scolded herself. "A doe like myself should not be intimidated!"
A rough cry echoed in the air. Harmony's heartbeat jumped. One of them, she heard one of them! She must be close! But that means..uwwaa..
Socialization.
She shuttered.
Follow the cry, the stories went. The cry will give way to song and then a choir. There you will find a paradise of feathers. A paradise of feathers, ah, even the idea of it made Harmony's nerves settle just a bit. Her mind wandered again, imagining so many feathered creatures she might encounter. But that also meant meeting their keeper.