Blacktail Deer Plateau I like digging holes and hiding things inside them

It was her father that had her pause and turn, small smile creasing the corners of her muzzle as she noted his high spirits. She didn't ask why, but she took it as a good thing, and fell into step beside him as he greeted him, poking his shoulder playfully in tacit greeting. His question was answered lightly, his own good humor contagious. "good - you'd be proud; I listened to Pema's advice," It had been a dull and frustrating few days, but surely her wound was healed up well enough. "I thought I'd die of boredom if I stuck around the rendezvous too long, though." Pema may have been concerned about her wound re-opening and all the blood simply leaking from her body, but the scab seemed to be doing its job just fine.