Oppel was stepping over large fallen branches and around little critters that were crawling around below him but he didn't mind, because he loved the forest. He didn't care if nobody else was around or if he scared himself on a sharp stick, He loved being around the trees and animals. Around one tree he saw a deer feeding on some berries. Oppel froze in his tracks as he did not want to scare away the deer, he would rather watch it for hours upon hours. The deer began to move and it let out a loud sharp noise. Oh no it must have hurt itself! he thought to himself. He dashed up towards the deer and it began to run. He cast obscur mist in an attempt to bild the deer so it wouldn't move. IT must have worked, because the deer stopped. Oppel approached and the deer didnt seem to move. Oppel looked over the deer for any sign of injury and saw a twig sticking out from his leg. Oppel put his hand on the stick and pulled it out as a trickle of blood was lef ton his hand. The deer the ran off into the distance and Oppel smiled knowing, knowing that he had helped the deer.