your antlers may shed, but it is time for growth. accept the change as your fresh antlers return.

tkfw you're cervinekin and have to duck under every door so you don't hit your astral antlers

go for a walk through the woods. take note of signs of deer on your stroll. notice their tracks. look at the deer rubs on the trees’s gray bark.

let your inner feral babey out: prance around and play in the snow

i want to cozy up in a meadow. i want to feel the sun’s rays pouring over my fur. the tall grass around me offers protection and the song of wind blown blades.

the moment of peace as the sun rises over the horizon, just barely; the grass is covered in dew and the morning mist is making its slow, steady exit

walking in the snow and leaving hoof prints as you wander