Cinder's ears lowered, beginning to catch onto the fact that she was being screwed with. She wrinkled her muzzle slightly, looking the deer over. He was far from an extremely impressive specimen, cute in a way, but more like a puppy than a conscious individual. She narrowed her eyes at the dropped supplies, kicking herself a bit at the knowledge that she couldn't take them back. Reluctantly, she unfolded her wings again and reached out awkwardly for the second time, this time taking the dropped supplies from the scrawny stag's hand. As she did so, she took note of his little antlers and smiled, giving one a quick but firm tug with her other wing as she folded the other in to hold the supplies. "Yeah," She gave the horn a good yank, tugging the deer's head. "strange indeed...."
With that, she turned, thoroughly fed up with trying to carry on with all of her stuff in her arms, and made her way swiftly down the hall to her room to drop it off.