A Question of Morality

Cami and her father stared at the cupped palm of Tsath without even bothering to blink.

Right before their glowing violet eyes, the doe started to drink the strange black water after only a couple of cautionary sniffs.

It's small tongue darted out and collected the dark nectar with no discernible traces of disgust or revulsion on it's adorable face. 

'...I kind of want to watch 'Bambi' now.'

As Mal fondly remembered the childhood film favorite, his fond recollections suddenly unfolded into an unnatural nightmare. 

The doe suddenly became unsteady on it's thin little legs and started wobbling from side to side as if it were drunk. 

Tsath caught it's small body before it could hit the ground, and lowered it down ever so gently. 

At that moment, the mother deer came over, both concerned and confused about the state of her baby. 

But after Tsath gave her muzzle a single reassuring rub, she seemed to relax.