Blacktail Deer Plateau sink into you

He huffed.  The words the other said were garbled; he understood them as well as he understood a bird talking to him.  Constantine tipped his head and scrunched his nose for a moment, then figured it out: ah, he could gesture!  The boy moved his muzzle to gesture at the deer which were almost unseen now beyond the borders of his pack, because they had kept moving instead of waiting for him to clarify what he meant.

His head tipped questioningly and he licked his lips.  Trying to indicate: wouldn't you want to catch and eat one?  It was really hard to do charades with no hands, but the boy was doing his best.