Thalina woke up to way too many eyes on her.
Big, round, unblinking eyes.
The sun was painfully bright, and her body felt like she had been tossed around like laundry in a washing machine.
Her brain was still catching up, but one thing was clear—
She was completely surrounded.
There were so many stags.
And not just a handful—dozens. Maybe even a hundred. All staring.
Some were tall and elegant, their fur shimmering like liquid silver under the morning sun. Others were small and round, looking like fluffy potatoes on legs. Some had ridiculously large antlers, while others had none at all.
And all of them had one thing in common—curiosity.
This... feels illegal.
Thalina blinked at them.
They blinked back.
The silence stretched.
Then, finally—
"So..." One of the younger-looking stags took a cautious step forward, his ears flicking. "...You died last night, right?"
Thalina choked on air. "WHAT?!"
