Auryn blinks at the stag's sudden, aware stop, and he tilts his head. If he were better with mental magic, he'd try to project calm, but the only animals he's ever been able to affect on a large scale are wolves and dogs -- and this is not the time for them, calm or not.

The stag is magic, though. It faintly glows with it, whatever it is, and he's beginning to think it's not a deer at all. He reaches out a hand, tentative and wondering, with the respect any wild thing deserves. His gaze is steady but sidelong, used to animals.

"What's got you so startled, gorgeous?" he asks casually, venturing a careful step closer and trying to make sense of the energies he's feeling. He'd much rather not give away how much he can feel; maybe he's wrong.

Besides, it is a gorgeous creature, whatever it is.