She cradled the faun's head as it mewed pathetically, legs shaking as it attempted to get up.
"Shh," she cooed to it softly, running her hands down it's glossy coat.
"What is it?" A small voice spoke behind her, making her turn and open up her arms to the small girl stood nervously at the edge of the clearing.
"That's a baby deer." Another voice answered, the familiar form of her husband appearing behind the small child. "It's the first one I've seen for around forty years."
"Are they from before the war?" The small girl asked as she approached quietly, guided by her father's hand.
"Yes, it was believed they were wiped out, but it seems a few must have survived."
"This is amazing," the woman whispered as the faun's eyes rolled and it mewled once again.
"This is hope," her husband smiled wearily, caressing the top of the animal's head gently as he slipped his other arm around his wife. "Spring must finally be coming."