Asta stopped watching the yard when she saw one of the other girls go to join Sammie and the boy. She didn't know him and quite frankly didn't care to. He would never be a concern of hers.<br/><br/>Back out in the forest she spotted a deer, a doe, young. They sometimes got close enough to the yard to touch, well, for Asta to touch. This one nibbled at the grass unkept around the fence and Asta forced her hand through the fence almost begging the deer to let her touch her fur. She only had a few moments until a guard caught her and she might even be punished. It was worth it when the doe curiously sniffed at her hand, soft nose like velvet brushing Asta's skin.<br/><br/>It was broken by the heavy boots stomping up behind her which made the doe flew as if for her life.<br/><br/>"Not supposed to have you're hand out there like that. You know the rules."<br/><br/>"So then cut if off." Asta said as coldly as her mark suggested. Maybe this place had broken her but she was still alive. The animals were the only things she had left to love, to look forward to. If she stopped trying to be with them she might as well be dead.