She shook her head. "No, I don't." Why hadn't he given his name? Either he had been too busy with something to stick around, or...She blinked. What if...what if he didn't have a name at all? The thought caused sadness to well up in her chest. She couldn't imagine what it would be like not to have a name. It was all any of them had, really. She remembered nothing clear from before her hatching, only floating in endless bronze light. He had been bigger than them all, did that mean he was older? The oldest creature in the Cave? That meant that for his first cycles, he had been completely alone. Even if he had had a name, there had been nobody to give it to. "Dunno where he is now, either," she said glumly. "I think he's all alone too."

Her ears swiveled up before she even realized she had heard something. There were hoofsteps clattering softly on the stone floor. Tam's heart fluttered like an excited bird. Maybe it was another deer! She peered into the darkness, waiting for the arrival of a potential new friend. Funny, the cadence of those hooves almost sounded familiar and...

It was another deer, alright. A very particular deer. Emerging from the gloom was the stag from before, fungi and all. Tam's look of wide-eyed amazement returned as he approached, towering over the two of them. "That's him," she managed to whisper to Nyx, her green eyes still round as saucers. Her ears pricked up as he spoke, asking their names. Shyness overpowered awe, and she looked down to the ground, shuffling her hooves. "Tamelyn," she mumbled quietly.

In turn, however, shyness was eventually replaced by curiosity, and she took a step towards him. "D...d'you have a name?" Perhaps now she could finally have her questions answered.