Loch let out a snort, dipping his antlers respectfully to Devon's mother. He watched as Devon shot off; it took him a few moments to register the fact that he was already running, and when he finally did, Loch threw up his head and pounded after the fawn. Loch knew that stags were very quick, and the fawn's legs were rather short; but the little White-tail was surprisingly fast, and Loch was panting, surprise gleaming in his eyes.
Quick little calf! Still, he was likely no match for the russet hued stag. Loch didn't want him to notice that he was slowing down, so he stuck around his side, sometimes allowing himself to slide back in the excuse of Devon's quickness. It brought immense joy to his heart, enjoying this and acting as if there was not a care in a world. Loch knew he'd never be really close to any of his fawns; males, perhaps a little, but not much in retrospect. Though now that things were changing, he could see a future of stags spending time with their fawns. It was unnatural, but the idea was not something that Loch now turned away from.
"You're fast!" Loch exclaimed, bucking his hind legs out in an exuberant display. It had not been so long since Loch himself was a intelligent, cunning little calf, not unlike this one.
(ooc: hey, TheLionQueen, d'ya want me to make a White-tail fawn for Devon to make friends with too?
maybe tragedy could strike and he'd lose his friend...)