Dragoncrest Cliffs rumble slow

As awkward as she'd felt with that last line she'd spoken, she'd still at least said something that wasn't jibberish. She and Haunt had had a conversation...Which definitely meant making progress in pulling herself out of her moody rut, and in figuring out exactly how she might be able to contribute using the convenient means of verbal communication rather than just wishing that others could read her mind and relying on physical cues and expressions. She'd lowered her gaze, which meant she didn't catch the slight twitch of Haunt's lips, which was likely for the best. She was still very sensitive about how her method of communication might be perceived, and might have interpreted it poorly. 

The invitation to tag along with Haunt made her lift her gaze. Normally, she would follow Valravn around, like his little shadow- and she was still most comfortable in his presence but...She also felt as though the invitation was a symbol of being accepted. Something she'd been pining for, over the past few months. Wordlessly, she nodded, and her tail began to swing calmly from side to side at her hocks, an expression of her gratitude.