Herag did not chase the White Deer; instead, he took out a handful of grass and said, "Want to eat?"
The White Deer stood at a distance, staring warily at Herag, but its gaze immediately focused on the grass when it saw it.
Ever since it came in, it hadn't eaten anything.
Holding the grass, Herag tempted, "How is it, looks fresh, doesn't it? If you want to eat it, let's make a trade. You give me a bit of your blood, and I promise you can eat this kind of grass every day."
He wasn't sure if the White Deer could understand what he meant, so he could only give it a try.
As a Child of the Plane, the White Deer should inherently possess some wisdom, perhaps it could comprehend his meaning.
The White Deer continued to stare at Herag warily, neither approaching nor retreating.
Herag took out a dagger from his Space Ring and tossed it into the distance, scaring the White Deer into a space jump, fleeing far away and watching from a distance.
