Dragoncrest Cliffs rumble slow

She made soft, snuffling sounds as she ambled along at a slow trot, head down so she could find her way by scent through the area which she knew fairly well. It hadn't been too long ago that she'd last visited the caches in this area, though it was important to keep checking them and refilling them so that there were accessible meals ready for anyone in need. She picked up on a stale scent marking she'd left behind some time ago, and knew she was heading in the right direction. 

One of her ears flicked toward Haunt when she heard her name called, but her pace slowed suddenly, to a graceful, but almost cautious jog when she posed a question that drew attention directly to one of her most keen pressure points. Both ears flicked back, and the skin of her face pulled tight in an expression that might've resembled poorly cloaked anxiety. While singing successfully made her able to communicate, it also drew attention to her. She'd wanted to be able to communicate, so she might not be seen as being different- but it became painfully obvious now, that whether she liked it or not...And despite the fact that she could communicate verbally...It didn't make her any less different. 

She clammed up, but kept moving forward. A shrug of one shoulder was all she would give Haunt as an answer.