Nova Peak jämmerlich

phaedra gave him a dubious look at that. "er fängt mich nie ..." she remarked, trailing off with a twist in her snout. the stag she knew was clumsy once, but now probably let her outrun him. 
her eyes widened then, and she did the pee-pee dance on the balls of her feet, though she didn't need to go. being faster than stag meant only one great thing: "ich bin schneller als ein elch!" shot off her mouth, followed by a tittering heeehee of glee. her plumose tail pat the ground. "ich brauche nicht stärder als moosen, wenn man jagt mich, kann ich stag einfach stolpern lassen," the incorrigible girl said with a dark chuckle, a smile impressed charmingly upon her callow features as if her brain wasn't still preparing for such adventures-gone-calamitous with disturbing detail. 
it was not unlike a child to plan on what they would do if gobbled up by quicksand or offered a tour of an icecream truck. just ... with stag involved and acting as her fall guy in every scenario. 
there was a frightening absence of government in phaedra's imagination, when she used it.

his explanation about the owls made her uneasy. if they eat rabbits, do they also eat martens? she worried her lip openly, then got paranoid about her father being able to read her thoughts and pressed her lips together until the seam disappeared into her black gums. "oh." she answered lamely after the lingering pause.
she twisted her foot in the dirt before picking her head up again as he asked her a question. had she ever been to ... the whatto now? her blinking eyes might have answered for her, but her tongue did the labor anyway. "mm. i dunno tha' means," she said, lips silently working on the feel of the word grotto. "so i'unno if i been there." 
caintigern would not trust any place that might imperil him to luck, and phaedra rarely went anywhere without him, so if owls were perilous things to martens, the grotto was certainly unplumbed by the likes of her.