The Scenery With a Craving

<div align=center>Evan's ears pricked forward at the sound, surely someone wasn't swimming? He blinked, and lifted his eyes from his book. It was warm for October, and he was making the most of it, he folded down the corner of his page, and closed the book, stretching his arms above his head and yawning softly. It took a moment for him to push himself up, his legs felt numb from sitting on them, he cursed himself mentally for doing so. It was too cold for swimming, he didn't know anyone that crazy. He pushed his hands into the pockets of his jeans and stared out across the lake, his eyes scanning the horizon, he didn't know what the time was, but judging by the position of the sun, late afternoon.

The sound came again, his brow furrowed and his ears flicked up again. The gentle breeze tugged at his hair softly, blowing the Jay's feather tied to his left antler around a little. His gaze focused in on something he deemed a little strange, what is she doing? He wondered if she was the source of the splashing sounds, his suspicions were soon confirmed when he realized what she was doing. If she's not careful she's gonna... He shook his head, and watched her for a while longer, there was something unusual about the girl and it took him a moment or two to realize what that was.

She had a tail. No, tails. A look of slight awe crossed the boy's face, he'd never seen anyone else with a tail, no one except for him, and this strange girls tails were far more magnificent than the stubby deer's tail protruding from his lower back.</div>

<div align=center>Evan's eyes widened suddenly as a much louder splash met his ears, there had been a commotion between the tailed-girl and a rather large fish, he didn't really know what she was trying to do, but all within a few seconds she had vanished off the edge of the peer, and disappeared beneath the surface of the lake. He blinked once, before breaking into a small run, is she okay? He slowed to a stop before the edge of the peer (he didn't really want to end up in the same position) and leaned over, his soft, dark doe eyes meeting the crimson ones of the girl that had fallen into the water, his ears pricked forward suddenly, his eyes zipped up to look at the pair of ears on the top of her head, they resembled those of a fox, much like her tails had.

The boy crouched down, and extended a hand out toward her, offering to help her out. "Are... Are you alright?" He asked her softly, eyebrows furrowing slightly. She was pretty, and her face made Evan smile. It must have been cold in there, it wouldn't have been nice for her to get sick. "Do you want some, uh.. Help?" He stammered, shooting her a small, nervous sort of smile. His tail wagged a little behind him as he leaned over, and the feather tied to his antler dropped in front of his face.</div>

<div align=center>Evan took a moment or two to help the girl out of the water, she wasn't all that heavy so it really wasn't all that much of a challenge. He felt a little bad for her, it wasn't all that warm today and the lake must have been about three times as cold. He frowned ever so slightly, "what were you doing?" He asked softly, a hint of laughter carried within his voice, it had been funny to watch, dare he think. The poor girl was soaked, merely looking at her made Evan shiver, he didn't think he'd have called himself a knight, but he wasn't going to argue about it, instead, he just smiled and laughed softly.

His ears dropped backward, "you must be freezing." He frowned ever so slightly and his tail drooped. He generally became concerned for others if he thought they were at risk of something bad happening to them, in this case, he was a little worried that the girl was going to get sick. Evan was far too nice for his own good, though he supposed it was better to be like that than bitter and horrible, he liked helping people, though he was perhaps just a tad naive. </div>

<div align=center>Evan supposed that was a valid enough reason, he'd been to great lengths as a child to pick apples from an orchard close to his grandmother's house, he'd broken his arm falling from one of the trees, his mother had yelled at him. He smiled a little at the memory, he missed his family sometimes. He ran a hand through his hair, his fingers brushing briefly across the smooth bone of the base of one of his antlers, he paused for a moment frowning to himself and considering something in his head for a moment, his tail twitched again, he shrunk back a little when she had sprayed water everywhere, reluctant to get wet himself.

His hands drifted to the material of his scarf, he pushed two fingers underneath it and unraveled it from his neck. He shuffled forward a few inches and proceeded to slowly wrap the girl up in it. He then unbuttoned his coat and draped it around her shoulders, doing the first toggle up so it wouldn't fall off. "Not anymore," he joked, laughing softly, he shook his head a little, "I'm kidding." He added, his voice a little quieter this time. "My.. My name?" He tilted his head to one side, his eyes flickering down to meet hers, "it's Evan," he answered, a nervous smile crossing his features.</div>

<div align=center>Evan's smile widened a little, he'd never known that, he'd never been one for checking meanings of names, he wondered if his mother had known that when she named him. Evan wasn't a fighter, he'd no sooner hurt a fly than another person, it was incredibly difficult to even make him angry, he was mellow to say the least, though perhaps a little nervy of everything, but he couldn't help that, it was merely his nature. He was more like a deer than a boy, and he blamed that on his few extra features. "Savannah," he echoed, laughing, and bowing shortly in return to her curtsy, "it's nice to meet you."

His ears pricked forward at her last question, his left one flicking slightly at the breeze that caught the soft fur that lined the inside, it ticked. He nodded a little, he supposed he was, at least, he'd never cared to think of it. Though, now he thought about it his grandmother had always called him a little stag when he was a child, he'd wondered what she'd meant by that. He understood now there was a pair of antlers sprouting from the top of his head, they'd always made x-rays look funny, he thought. "Fallow Deer," he replied, laughing softly,"as if you couldn't already tell." A group of boys in his neighborhood had always teased him for it, they had called him Bambi.</div>