Vesir stood there, shocked. The memory had struck him again.
He loved Elyara and planned on mating with her in the spring. She was the kindest and most generous doe he had ever had in his herd. On the second day of true spring, she was frolicking in the meadow joyously and Vesir lay there watching her, eyeing for any predators. He had dozed off when he heard a wretched squeal. A puma had chased Elyara to the edge of the meadow. As the Elyara looked behind her shoulder, she unwittingly dashed off a cliff into onto a bed of jagged rock. All in front of Vesir's eyes. All because he fell asleep. The puma ran off before he could do anything, although he was too devastated to move at the time.
Cliff... he mouthed...