Heron Lake Plateau Staring at the great wide open

Svalinn grew (only slightly) alarmed as his opponent began to size him up, as the boy could not fathom any kind of victory against this stag. He felt a submissive quiver happening somewhere at the base of his spine, threatening to curve his hindquarters into a defensive posture, but his stance held out just long enough for the older Redhawk to accept rather than rebuke him, and relieve the perceived tension with a buoyant laugh.

The boy relaxed, wiry tail picking up in a wag, as the male introduced himself— in a funny sort of way— as Colt. He might've introduced himself in return, but his thoughts instead lingered on another word the male had mentioned. "Ri.. val?" he echoed questioningly.

Let's go for it? xD Lmao, I'm terrible - as usual!