Whitebark Stream Doe, a deer

In time, Dawn would come to learn that it wasn't at all unusual for Chai to be bashful like this. She nodded mutely, acknowledging her. Just two simple words like those, confirming her accuracy, was enough to pull her thoughts ever so briefly back to the past. In her homeland, even if she had been allowed to do such a thing, her father certainly would have never afforded her the praise of an accurate guess.

Keeping one somewhat unsure pale eye on her Alphess, tipped her muzzle in affirmation. "We should." She began to move forward through the snow, beside the tracks, but stopped to glance back at the silver woman. "But just to observe them. Familiarize ourselves with their habits and movements." She tipped her head slightly, avoiding eye contact. "I-if you agree, of course..."