Blacktail Deer Plateau the end of the road

It is not long he has to wait before another approaches. Before they get too close, his ears fall back and his head lowers, as well as he hinders the rest of his form. He has gotten scrawny and tired looking—he likely wouldn’t be able to fend off another in a scuffle—but he hopes to be met with friendliness if he offers at least something similar to resemble it. As she gets closer, noting the strength in her pack scent, he offers a chuff just before she speaks and his tail wags eagerly.
 
“Hello,” he greets her, uncertain how much he needs to offer. “I am Coquihalla, but you can call me Coq if you’d like.”