"That's nice," Amber said, looking at the dark grey buck, "Are you named for Helmer the Black?" "I think so. I can't ask my parents," he replied. Helmer turned to the golden with them, named Cassie. He mouthed, 'How do I tell them I'm an orphan?', but she didn't seem to notice. She was too busy looking at Joel. Helmer glanced at him too. Joel had a red line of fur over his left eye. It seemed out of place on his usually black fur. It almost looked like a scar.  'A scar,' Helmer thought, 'It's a scar. But how did he get it.' "Hello? Helmer?" Cassie said. "What?" He asked. "Mrs. Shanks asked why you can't ask your parents." "Oh, they-they died. When I was pretty young. I don't remember much of them," Helmer told them this, not making eye contact with anyone. "I'm so sorry, Helmer. I didn't know," Amber said. Jo's ears perked up, and he immediately ran upstairs. He came back with a full quiver on his shoulder and a bow in his hand.