Dragoncrest Cliffs rumble slow

She nodded, though she hadn't expected for Haunt to not know what a grouse was. Chacal had mostly concentrated on stalking, studying and hunting small prey- and was learning as much about them as she could as she found them easy to hunt. Given the fact that she couldn't simply shout warnings or directions to others clearly, hunting deer seemed like a daunting task to her- so she had more or less avoided them, and spent her time only bothering with things she could hunt down on her own. Why the word was unfamiliar to Haunt was beyond her- but perhaps she'd grown up in a place that didn't have the trees that they liked- so maybe they didn't live there. 

Regardless- she hadn't reacted in an adverse manner to Chacal's soft humming and lilting singing. So that was a positive. 

She nearly giggled when Haunt toyed with wordplay- as to combine 'gross' and 'mouse' would likely have made a word that sounded like 'grouse.' In spite of herself, she grinned lightly. She toyed with the same melody as before, leading into the phrase "No, it is not," Her voice trailed off for a moment. The thought of explaining about birds made her think of the few songs she knew that were about oiseaux, so she switched to a different melody, only humming a few notes before she began to sing again. "It is a bird, soft and brown. They eat pine needles, off the ground."