Broken Antler Fen She's got a smile

Words did not slip past the girl's lips, as she was still busying herself with identifying and figuring out all the different scents that barraged her poor nostrils. Her gaze, however, flickered instantly to where Wraen looked and a satisfied smile danced on Genie's face. It was a herd of elk, with an injured one lingering somewhere in the middle. They were two, so this would be harder than it would if they were a pack, but Genie didn't mind, not really.

"Shall we?" she shot the girl a soft smile. This would be a little adventure in her life's adventure, but she treasured it nonetheless, if only because it was rare she got along with strangers right after meeting them.