To an outsider the old man resembled a ghoul as he bent over the newborn. His dark cloak and hood to shield the infant from the rain might have been scary to see at first, but it was merely a gesture to keep the new life safe from the weather.
There was blood of course, as in all births, but not too much. Both babe and mother had been well cared for by the man. It was the stag that stood nearby in protection also, that looked fearsome to the others. The old man bent down further and set the fawn on the grass and then walked back into his own shelter. Nature could take it from there.