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It started out with just one stag. As its herd drank at the shore, it waded out into the cold waters until they bubbled at its flanks. The others followed gradually by twos and threes, until they each were in the current too. They gathered facing the same bank, heads high and ears forward while their glassy eyes stared.
For days.
Other animals came and went, the weather turned and battered them, but never would they move or look anywhere different. Even to drink from the very river they were rooted in. Soon enough, the inexplicable vigil would take a turn for the truly macabre - the herd would not move until one by one, they collapsed from exhaustion and dehydration into Heartleaf Creek.