They at last came to the shore.
Harley then, at that point, carried the child deer to their yard and started licking and really focusing on it.
As though to go “I met you while saving your life, so we’re companions now”, Harley wouldn’t let the grovel be. He appeared not set in stone to remain with it.
This obviously was no choice, as the grovel’s mom was around and ready to be brought together with her child. You could have saved its life, Harley, however you’re no deer!
