It was an otherwise normal day in the depths of the Thistle Meadow. The air was crisp, true to the season of Orangemoon as it wafted across the land and rustled the browning grasses. Up in the sky, the sun had just begun it's descent, reluctantly giving it's throne up to the moon and the darkness it brought with it. Still the sky held a brilliant display of oranges, reds and pinks; it would still be light out for the next hour or two.
Nestled near a single oak tree, a whitetail fawn lay shivering and coughing, alone. If one looked close enough, they would see him sway back and forth ever so gently as he tried to keep himself upright in his laying position. His mother had abandoned him days ago, leaving the youngster to fend for himself. Of course, the still speckled fawn didn't understand why she had done such a thing... Hadn't she loved him? What would happen if a pack of wolves stumbled across him, especially when the night finally came? He had already narrowly escaped a lone coyote, thankful that it had been young and not the most graceful of hunters. The fawn had, indeed, escaped the fate of becoming a meal; but upon his right hind leg was a nasty looking bit. It was a mess of tawny fur and wet blood, and if not treated soon, infection would surely set in.
A pathetic bleating escaped the fawn's throat then. He was terrified, and it showed through his wide brown eyes. With shoulders trembling, he called again and again, attempting once to stand, but immediately crumbling back to the ground.
Not far from the fawn were several types of bushes; one with leaves shaped like teardrops, with beautiful, wheel-shaped flowers, and further down, the shrub was adorned with several berries. Another stood much taller than it's neighbor, each broad leaf paired with two pale, yellow-green flowers at it's base. The leaves themselves were wide enough to possibly be used in some way or another, but how? The poor fawn couldn't get to them in the first place, and he simply too young to understand or comprehend much else than the need to find his mother.
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