Blacktail Deer Plateau then I need help here with this feather

When her father first approached, she felt a sudden stab of doubt at her decision. Perhaps she had been wrong, a bad idea altogether; things ought to have stayed as they were. But her doubt became certainty in an instant when he rushed them, joy written all over his features as he wrestled them to the ground as they used to when they had been a whole, together. Dawn couldn't help it, her body gave an excited wiggle as it had when they were pups, and she whined excitedly, allowing her father to wrestle her over and aimed a few light nips and lunges at him, happiness written in her face and her wagging tail.