Dagaron was upset at the quick interuption of the conversation, but had quietly, and unnoticably slipped into the woods unnoticed when Arwen had arrived. He slowly and quietly stauked through the woods, watching a deer eat. He had no need to kill it, just wanted to watch. He silently shifted down wind, and moved closer. Finally, he was within touching distance. He began to speak soft elvish in the doe's direction, and its head perked up. He slowly made his way to a crouching posision beside the deer and still spoke quietly to it. It hesitated, but didn't move to run. Finally, he laid a gnarled hand on the doe's neck and petted it softly. He had always loved to do this. This was the way he had been trained. Sneeking up on a deer was no easy task for someone who didn't know how.