Blacktail Deer Plateau tumble down

In the late afternoon sunlight, Malachi's coat sparkled silver as he moved. Eilidh watched him retreat to her side, leaving the vicinity of her family's home, and wondered. Did he have a mate? Did he want one? Eilidh wasn't exactly ready for all that, but Malachi was handsome. She knew he would be a good mate for someone; he was strong, quick, and intelligent. 

He told her that tracking was a good thing to learn, and she snorted and rolled her eyes, as if she didn't know that already. But she settled down into a quiet state of rapture as he talked about being a warden and learning to be a Chronicler from his dad. Remembering the past, knowing history and lore, and all that other junk. Warden. A sentry, a guard! That fit Malachi perfectly, for he was stoic and unmoving. Perhaps, perhaps she could convince her dad to let him have that trade! "Could you teach me to be a guard? Or a chron... chronicicle?" She stumbled over the word unabashedly, sure that Malachi would correct her, and then she'd know the difference for herself.