Firestorm's name

All the white-tailed bucks looked up. The marsh buck followed suit, raising his head. The most beautiful doe he'd ever seen stood there, approaching him. 'Hello,' she said.

'um...er,' the buck's brain froze up. 'I-I... Um... h-hi.'
'What's your name?' she asked, tilting her head.
'I don't have a name, miss. Marsh deer recognize eachother by the leap of their step and the gleam in there eye.' the Marsh Buck replied.
'oh, really? My name's Alira. Your fur... you look like a firestorm,' the doe said, marveling.
'Then that is my name. Call me Firestorm.' The buck replied, dipping his head.
He was falling in love with Bambi's daughter... he'd have it no othe way, except...
She was a white-tailed deer, he was a Marsh Deer.