Rosco

Golden Rose Canyon felt so bleak without Sasha. Rosco missed her terribly. He shed a tear for his dear mother every day, all the while never daring to go near her old resting spot. It held too many memories for him to handle just yet.

Rosco's head swung back at his tail raised in surprise at the sound of footsteps.
"Hey." Necris' voice broke the uncomfortable silence. The younger stag was less able to hide his emotions than his older half-brother. His head was low, his eyes bearing a solemn, sorrowful look, and his legs were weak and shaky.
"Oh." Rosco returned to a relaxed state when he realized that there was no danger. "Hey." This was an awkward moment. It was no secret that there was a disagreement on who should lead the herd after Sasha's untimely demise. Rosco was promised the title of leader, but Legend had already become the leader by becoming Sasha's mate, and many didn't want to upset the status quo. Rosco felt that the status quo was already upset by the death of his mother. He wasn't sure whose side Necris and Aktain were on, so to speak, and he felt that it wasn't right to ask them their opinions so soon after the loss they all shared. "Well..." Necris murmured, looking off to the side, "...see you later." The poor lad immediately rushed off into the brushes, leaving Rosco alone. The older stag was a bit confused. Why was Necris checking up on him? He couldn't remember his younger brother doing that before. Rosco shook the thoughts of paranoia and returned to his reason for being in the center of the territory. He raised himself to a dominant position and bellowed a claim of the territory.