Chase the deer down the path

You burst into a sprint like that of a predator as your instincts take over your body and you find yourself giving chase to this amazingly swift guide. A sideways glance behind you speaks nothing of the lake you left behind as you vault over shrub and root. Your arms brushing aside low branches and your hands pushing off tree trunks, you see glimpses of the fawn deftly prancing forward ahead of you.

As you begin to pant with the exertion of keeping up, the forest becomes darker and more choked with vegetation. Clumsy with fatigue, you lose sight of the fawn and trip down faltering to your knees. The fall takes your breath away as beads of sweat mat your hair to your scalp. As you begin to feel nauseous you wonder what you were thinking.

Just then you feel a warm breath upon your bare shoulder. Looking up, you bring your eyes level with those of the young deer. The fawn is indescribably beautiful with its soft angular features and velvety fur; those same vast black eyes imploring you to stay strong.