Blacktail Deer Plateau it means beauty

Forrest took a deep breath and fixed her face with a ponderous expression. If Sorrel said she felt fine, she didn't have much reason to not take that as truth, though she didn't see how that could be true with such clear ailments. Maybe it was a defense mechanism, Forrest thought; maybe she didn't want to share how she really felt so that she might not be viewed as helpless. Though if that was the case, then her posture wouldn't have made much sense. 

She looked at Sorrel for permission before moving her nose down to feel at the ankle, only to find with great disappointment that it wasn't as warm and, well, alive as she had hoped. There were many ways for it to have been said but in short, the limb was a lost cause. Forrest took a deep breath and sat back up, though only at a height that gave enough leverage for her to meet Sorrel's eyes. You sure, honey?