Simma froze after seeing the Red Deer Fawn. It was small, just like her. Though, that is a relative term. It looked so soft and pleasant. Beautiful, elongated antlers that looked as if they were crystalline. Numerous hard, black eyes that sat on its face, but most importantly, that red fur that looked so, so soft; it was as if it was nature's natural pillow. She wanted it. She wanted it now.

Without too much hesitation, she began to scrounge around for any sort of food. Grass, nuts, even fruit. Nothing would be too good for such an little baby. Once she had collected all that she could find, she slowly approached the deer. Not that she did so in a knowingly careful manner. If she could, she would rush the deer and give it hugs. However, her swathe of cloth prevented this. It was like she was a big snail, gliding across the ground.

Her hands erupted out of some folds of fabric in front of her body, making her look even more distended. Her hands formed a bowl and once she was close enough, she slowly moved them out further, showing the fawn the food that she had collected specifically for them.