Sleeping Dragon variable and full of perturbation

She had been whisked away from the den by Gavriel with a brief synopsis of what they were to accomplish. The prospect of tracking and finding some deer was presented to her and she was quick to accept the adventure. She had never seen a deer alive, only the regurgitated remains that her mother offered, and was quite curious to see how easy they were to track and hunt. Happily, she prowled at her father’s side, looking to him with excitement.

“What’re they like?” She asked, her tones lifting happily with the tempo of their trot. Clarifying, she added, “Deer. What are they like to hunt?”