The little white fawn was being so stubborn Merrill was of a mind to call it Mahariel out of spite. She was kneeling on the ground with it as it wobbled around her, nudging and being all too chatty as sometimes small things were wont to do.

"We've already established that you're not hungry and you don't really know how to play so what is it? Hm? I don't know where your herd is, love, I'm sorry."