"I can prove that I am not lying." Looking to his left, he saw the white stag. It was watching, ever patient. Zane mustered the power from his gut, "come, white demon." The stag slowly approached, weary of the huntress, trusting of the man with the voice of power.
"When you kill a white stag it releases a demon, but if you catch one you can make a wish, which will always come true." Zane placed a hand on the stag's horn then looked it in the eyes. "Winter camouflage, if you would be so kind."
It took a few seconds, then a grey and white molted cloak formed across his arm, which he held out to the huntress, "now it's your turn, grab the horn, look into it's eyes, and make a wish."