Fabrice winces when he hears the sound of an approaching child, who most likely saw him transform. Wonderful. Now he could potentially be responsible for scarring someone's kid for life with his own magic. Fantastic. Today just keeps getting better.

He stays frozen in place as a deer, watching the child and his father as he tries to decide his best course of action. He's transformed enough on his own that he knows the basic ways in which a deer ought to act, but right now, his mind is too entangled in panic to act on any sort of reason.

Ultimately, he bolts, nearly diving behind a bunch of trees while he returns to his normal self.

Thankfully, he's prepared for these sort of situations now; while the rest of his clothes tore in the initial transformation, he still has his undershirt and boxers, his usual shapeshifting uniform. He emerges from a different direction, hoping to placate father and son.

"I think I saw the deer run off that way," he mentions, a sheepish expression on his face. "They do tend to frighten easily, you know."