So it kept running away from me. Maybe it could tell what I was thinking, which flipped between "What would young deer meat taste like? Or for that matter, adult deer meat?" and "It looks just like Bambi! So cute! Bad, don't kill and eat!". There was also a bit of "If I tame this, my taming skill will go up .4! Then I can go on to tame penguins with my newfound skill! And all the beasts of the world shall worship me..."

Hey, if I was a deer and I knew that the human form of me was thinking those thoughts, I'd run too.