daughter and dragged her back to their herd scolding her all the way.

"What were doing?" He asked.

"Talking and playing?" Zora told him. 

"Really?" Trotzen asked starting to trot. Zora galloped forwards.

" There were some nice fawns" She smiled. 

"Really?" Trotzen said again and started to gallop. Zora had to run to keep up. 

"I met another fawn, his name was Tugev!" Zora was nearly out of breath. 

"Cool!" Trotzen snapped going into a full run. Trotzen was a very speedy stag, there was no way Zora could keep up.

"He said his father was called swift tail!!!" Zora shouted down the hill towards her own father. At this Trotzen stopped dead. 

                                                      Sanft and Chestnut   

Sanft stared at Chestnut, her bright eyes fixed on his face. Next to her stood a small fawn that was pressing herself into her mother. The fawn was mostly a silver colour, that of a silver back and her head, (that ran down to her nose) , back and tail were a red-brown colour. Her eyes were the same blue as her mother, but with a golden ring like her father. She had severl spots along the sides of her body. Her silver-back markings were a black circle with a triangle centered in the middle, and a black square was in the center of this. Her eyes rings, muzzel and belly were brown. Her higher front socks were mustard, her lower brown. Her highed back socks, which only reached the ankle were peach, her lower grey. 

"What is my father going to say about Elska?" Sanft hissed looking at her daughter. Chestnut sighed, what could she say? Vertrou had always disliked Chestnut, and had dissaproved of her and Chestnut even hanging out, never mind breeding. Never the less, Elska was a rather pretty fawn, but her markings were strangly celtic and her look was innicont and made the looker feel guilty. Could Sanft lie about the father? But that golden eye ring stood out, and was definatly Chestnuts, as was her head, back and tail colour. Chestnut looked around

"Perhaps you should just not tell him" He finally replyed. Sanft's face dropped. She couldn't do that, and her mother would worry. She looked at her fawn who was running about having fun. She dropped her head futher before turning round to face her fawn.

"You can go and play as long as you come back" She sighed weakly and settled down in the soft flooring of her den, wondering about what she could do. But her fawn was happy, and soon a new adventure would begin ....

The end (IMPORTANT, read my comment to know why!!!)