Deer Me

Dagrún stared at the deer, her eyes intent on the long saber fangs sticking out on either side of its mouth and curving down like daggers. What in the heck. She'd never seen a deer with fangs before! Really, she shouldn't have been surprised. How many wolves had odd mutations? It only made sense that some of other wildlife would be as well, right? The deer looked up and she held her breath, keeping herself as still as possible. The deer went back to drinking and for a moment she thought she saw some crystals growing out of its hind legs. It made her hackles raise and before she could turn and leave the deer looked up again then looked right at her and for a moment she thought she could feel it looking into her soul.