Staggering on uncertain legs, the tiny fawn explored her surroundings awkwardly. Just hours ago she was safe inside her mother and now she struggled to keep warm, but exploring was her first priority. The smells were overwhelming—each plant was unique, with its own tangy aroma. She wandered until she was fully exhausted. Finally she flopped into a nest of tender grasses, and began to try to locate her mother’s scent. Then she felt a gentle lick of her head and breathed a sigh. Her mother’s milk was like ice cream is to a child on a hot day. Delicious.