The doe picked through some foliage in the gentle light of the waxing moon. It was autumn, and soon the snows would be coming. All around her the leaves were colored golden yellow and brilliant orange. Even under the grey moonlight, she could see the colors of the leaves. Though they might be pretty, the dying leaves didn't taste very good at all.<br/><br/>The deer decided to nibble on some bark instead. Pawing at the ground with one elegant leg, she kneeled down, ears alert, and began to bite at the trunk of a young sapling. Her teeth gnawed at it's tender stem, until she had peeled just a bit of the bark up. She grabbed it with her mouth, and peeled a long strip of sweet, sappy bark from the seedling. It was absolutely delicious!<br/><br/>That's when she heard the sound of a twig snapping, or caught the scent of something foreign. Whatever happened, the doe was suddenly aware that somewhere, something was watching her. Ears perked as tried to isolate where the danger lay. Her eyes were wide and open, and her meaty body was tense as she waited. As soon as she could find the danger...as soon as she knew it saw her, she was ready to bolt to safety.