Haunted Wood Finding Her Tracks

His silvery white coat blended in well with the snow, but when he broke through the leaves of the willow treat, she couldn't miss him. A well build, but young looking boy, she suspected he was around the age of a yearling. She thought his question was strange, she wasn't in someones territory was she. No, she had had enough misunderstanding in the past to be extra cautious about that. Thinking of where she was, she supposed that she was rather close to the Redhawk Caldera, even with the dence forest seperating the two. 

"Can't a girl sit under a tree?" she asked in a rather saterical tone, unable to see what would be wrong with her being here, other then her procimity to Redhawk. "Are you one of the Redhawk boys or something? Don't worry I'm not trying to spy on you guys."