The white doe was named legend well that's what people called her. Her true name was crystal and she was a stunning white doe with glowing white fur and brown string on her antlers. She ran through the forest swiftly as she knew she would be hunted this time, she was always ahead of the game unfortunately for that hunter.
She jumped over a bush and saw a lake ahead of her and sighing she leaps through the air and landed on the other side of the shallow part. She then kept running till she come to the sacred ground of the Indian tribes lands she was once in there. She ran around and then jumped through more bushes and came to a large meadow and small stream running through it. She drank from the river swiftly and hears a click. Her head shot up and looked over toward where that hunter would be. She stared at him for the time, calm and collected and then took off running. But she ran strangely, she did zig zag.
After about an hour she kept running without any stop and then came to the mountain base and got up on the mountain and smiles as she was finding her resting spot as night drew in. She would watch that human tonight as if watching him to anlizine his movement and patterns. She stood there unseen by the snow that night watching him.