Virgil was born 28 years ago and started to live on his own at age of 15.
He found himself the tallest oak in old dark forest, fenced it with sticks and started to live there.
When our faun was at age of 19, old huntsman died nearby bitten by snake.
Virgil took his clothes, archery gear (bow, arrows, archery glove and arm guard) and burried him in nameless grave.
Finally he could defend his tree.
Rabbit hunting and daily training made him quite good hunter and he was never again as hungry as before.
But after 13 years spent there Virgil started to feel lonely.
Even faun, loner by nature, needs to love and to be loved.
With great grief he left hist tree and naw he wanders through the woods to find his faun doe.