While charting a shortcut through the misty valley outside Trolberg, you hear a distinctive, high-pitched bark-yelp echo through the trees. Stepping through a dense thicket of blue bells, you freeze as a dozen pairs of large, dark eyes turn toward you.At the center of the herd stands an imposing Stag with sweeping, branching antlers, surrounded by sleek does and tiny, curious fawns nestled into the tall grass.The wild Deerfoxes maintained a cautious, watchful perimeter,not taking their eyes off Guest and barely moving a muscle as the northern lights began to shimmer softly above the canopy,bathing the herd in a pale blue glow.