[ He's still sitting, but when he hears her call out he braces his hands against his new upper thighs and pushes his forelegs up, leaning forward and pinwheeling his arms to get his haunches up as well. Standing somewhat splayed, limbs akimbo, he looks around and side steps to grab the sheets on his bed and pull them off, nearly crossing his legs and falling again in the effort.

He drapes that sheet over his long back and rump, trying to disguise himself into some semblance of modesty. ]

I'm back here!

[ He calls out, heading to his door, but once again he manages to catch one antler on the frame and pauses, carefully moving his head so he can get the expanse of his antlers through without further hangups. ]

I stayed put when I was waiting—

[ There! His head's through the door, along with his forelegs, and with his hair a mess that's doing nothing to keep his chest decent, he comes through the door with exaggeratedly careful steps, his bedsheet dragging on the ground, making him look like a poorly dressed sheet-ghost. ]

There're so many limbs to get coordinated, how do you manage when you guys are little?