The old buck senses a gaze on him.
He slowly stops eating
and turns his head.
He looks at him, for a moment,
with quiet interest.
The young buck tenses slightly.
Will he be aggressive?
Chase him away?
Or simply ignore him?
The moment stretches,
longer than it should.
Then the old buck steps closer,
close enough to catch his scent.
There is no threat.
Quite the opposite.
Something in his gaze shifts, softens—
as if something unseen
had just begun to connect them.
— Sënka_
WHAT DID YOU FEEL ?
Some encounters
don’t need to be understood.
Only felt.
Most people stop here.
He didn’t.
He didn’t.
If it stayed with you… follow.