Thunder Dome bring your own lampshade

A chuff alerted her to the presence of another, a pale-pelted female that drank wordlessly a few meters down the stream from her. She lifted her muzzle from the swirling waters, salmon tongue flicking out to catch the drops rolling down her muzzle, a single lobe canted towards the woman curiously. She considered her a moment thoughtfully, wondering at her silent manner, before trying a clear "hello" she wasn't sure if the woman would react with more silence, or speak, but she waited patiently none the less, feeling it odd to completely ignore the young woman.