Hunting the White Deer: Fairytale

Fyodor saw the white deer from the window of his tutor's studio. Instantly he was seized with a desire to hunt it to the ground. He shivered a bit, feeling a draft of cold air that sprang from nowhere. He was on his feet and heading to the stables before he knew what had happened. It was only when he found himself pulling out tack that he realized what was happening, but his hands kept moving of their own accord. He hated to hunt, always had. He was nervous around horses, ever since his father had been trampled to death while on a boar hunt--and not by the boar. Fyodor was not one to see a beautiful animal and feel the urge to slaughter it, to eat its flesh, and to stuff its hide for his trophy case, but that was just what he--

Inspiration: "Fyodor" Sounds Russian, so I started to think of Russian fairytales--think this one's actually English, but am not sure.
Story Potential: Medium-high
Notes: I like the idea of a non-hunter caught in the spell, because the spell would expect him to be a hunter.