Jacob watches, trying to keep his stance relaxed while being ready and willing to smack that deer in the head should it choose to go for Charles.

But it doesn't. There's a moment of uncertainty and then it steps forward again, and then again, lowering it's nose to sniff at Charles' hand. Then, carefully, in nudges against his fingers, and teeth pick at the fabric of his gloves.

"I think you've found yourself a friend."