Jared decided that she could not leave her twin fawns to deprivation alone in the forest. Whether their future would hang their heads upon some wall as a trophy or not, she would take care of them until such time as they could be weaned. Why not? After all, Jared realized, she had been a doe for half a year now. What difference would another full year make?
Even as she felt her twins nursing, her own head craned down to graze upon the fresh spring grass, she knew that it could make quite a bit of difference. Her thoughts returned to that one night of mischief with the buck. Had she not given in to the weaker side, to her fleshy desires, she would have spent the lawst six months as a human male growing up instead of cold, hungry, and pregnant.
And then her eyes cast over the speckled hides of her newborns. Strangely enough, she did not feel any regret at what had happened. There had been many nights in the early days of her ordeal when she wished she could have cried herself to sleep so great had been her misery. But now that the twins has been born, she felt strangely at peace with herself.
These two young fawns had been created within her. She had brought them to life. Was there anything greater in life than being able to create?
And then another thought struck her as her fawns continued to nurse and she continued to graze. Would there be anything for her to go back to after she'd weaned the bucks? The thought brought her head up in alarm. Jared felt her legs stiffen as that question resounded within her mind.