Blacktail Deer Plateau backseat freestyle

A stiff shake of her pelt ridded her of tiredness; she had snuck away the previous night to scout the southern border, and test out her battered ribs and paw. Her scraped had healed up well, and soreness has gone from her muscles; strenuous movement still had the potential to cause her ribs to burn, and too much weight on her forepaw had her broken toe to spark painfully, though the rest of her paw had recovered well. She reclined on her haunches at her father's side, hackles pricking in excitement as she waited for the rest of the hunters to arrive. Her father's question seemed to arrive out of the blue, and her gaze widened, as she had fully expected him to lead the hunt. But she would hardly pass up such an opportunity, and with a wide grin and a lashing of her tail, she agreed vehemently. "I am. Definitely, I- yes." she said, with a grateful bob of her head. What had started out as a dignified agreement dissolving into a grateful, giddy rush of words. She straightened, confidence and excitement spreading rapidly through her form as she waited a little less than patiently.