She had just walked away from a rather rude stag when she had heard the cry. The stag she had tried to do business with had been rude for two reasons, for one he hadn't really been as affected by her flattering nor her fluttering eyelashes that she had hoped nor had it given her a better bargain on the wares she needed. A third reason was that she hadn't gotten the amount she wanted in trade. That she had gotten some didn't matter. Those items were needed. Well, she could always make more dyed nuts. They made lovely beads, and with Nutkins cute pawprints on them it made them each individual. None was the other alike. Now she heard the cry again.
"Please! Help me find my granddaughter!"
A group of fawnlings had gathered and since she was of the curious sort, Tini walked closer. Being used to the pushing and shoving at the market she made her way forward in the crowd so she got in front, ignoring the glares. Sometimes it was bad to be little, other times good. She could sneak her