Bitterroot Valley a song note

The experience feels surreal, in a way, enough to make him forget to be irritated with it. A horse. He has so many questions; where do such creatures come from, and do all of them speak that way? They must be related to deer somehow, and he's never heard one of those speak. The command makes him bristle a little, but he reluctantly complies, watching closely for any sign of aggression in the other's approach. Mearas? He echoes, a clumsy mimicking of the word. You look like a big hairy deer.