The deer leaps through the air, heart pounding, as if trying to outrun the very fear chasing it. In that brief moment, it is flight itself, pure instinct caught between earth and sky.
His antlers haven’t fully formed, but already, the young deer carries the promise of future battles and quiet dominance.
As velvet falls, a new crown is revealed. The forest watches as the old is stripped, and power takes shape.
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