Whitebark Stream Doe, a deer

she'd slipped away from @Artyom that morning with a gentle touch and a promise to not be long away. she is alone for a short while before her mind turns to the hunt; as such she begins a gentle lope toward the maplewood. 

the murmur of female voices has her adjust course, coming within range just in time to hear the latter half of chai's words. interest piqued, she announces herself with a soft chuff, coming to fall into pace beside the two. auds are pressed forward, tail high; it is more of a dominant display than she'd usually put it, but she suspects it is due to her heat. her eyes find what chai's did; picked apart the signs and counted five—no, six distinct prints in the snow. her muzzle curved; the ease of tracking was why she'd always found the winter hunt to be easiest. "good find," the huntress commends, glancing to the girl gladly. one of bhediya's wolves, one she's only seen in passing. "I'm dawn," she greets, trying and failing to recall if she'd been told the name of this girl.