Whitebark Stream Doe, a deer

bhediya laughed at chai's soft touch, the first glimmer of happiness she'd experienced in days. while hunting was not her field of expertise, she was glad to hear that someone enjoyed it. i tried to track, bhe explained, recalling her earlier days, but it's not really for me. still, she had noticed the scent of the herd and figured that it was what'd drawn them both here.

looking ahead, she said to chai, yeah, i do. the leader drew in a deep breath and tasted the various scents in the air, turning excitedly to her companion. is that what you're doing? following them?