Duskfire Glacier footprints in the snow

He presumed by her lack of aggression that his display had worked - but then she spoke again, and he knew he would have to speak up or stand there like a loon.

The herd — he started, stepping in to the borderlands excitedly while his tail puffed and bat around excitedly, they're right there! He just wanted to keep an eye on them the way his parents taught him. Maybe sticking around here was the best option for doing that - hrmm. 

He chuffed and slunk back through the snow and glanced at her, sheepish in his expression but trying his best to contain himself for the sake of his company. I stay, I watch the herd? Hunt them? Feed you -- if that's okay.