The craftsman carefully carved a deer antler knife from a single piece of antler, polishing it until the edge gleamed.

At dawn, a rib-faced deer paused at the forest edge before slipping silently into the mist.

A white-tailed deer emerged from the trees at dusk and watched us with curious eyes.

At dusk, a western roe deer stepped silently from the hedgerow to nibble the young shoots in the field.

When the CEO unexpectedly asked for her opinion, she suffered from deer in the headlight syndrome and froze, unable to respond.

She whispered to her deerest friend that she would return.

This old family heirloom feels even deerer to me after hearing Grandma's stories.