Dragoncrest Cliffs rumble slow

While her motion and energy had been somewhat shielded and defensive, her ears flicked forward when Haunt managed to parse the meaning from her body language. Valravn read her exceptionally well, and she hadn't really expected for someone else to adapt to her means of expression as fluidly as Haunt had. Oddly enough, she didn't begrudge Haunt for it, and it actually teased a bit more confidence out of Chacal when she felt understood. While she was still flinchy and sensitive, she felt that Haunt was perhaps capable of navigating her boundaries. That would mean pushing her gently to come out of her shell, but all the while being capable of stepping back to give Chacal the freedom to be silent, and communicate using body language. Yes or no questions were a success; and Chacal was relieved to hear that the ambitious young woman was interested in hunting- but was humble enough to admit that she didn't have much experience actually taking part in hunting large prey. 

Tracking it, however, seemed to interest her. That told Chacal a bit about her, and lead her to assume that Haunt was a practical being, not one who was haughty enough to assume that whenever she did spot deer that she should rush in and try to bring one down herself. She seemed intelligent enough to know she should spend some time learning from them by simply observing them...Something Chacal had begun to experiment with as well. A kindred spirit? Perhaps. 

Her tail waved from side to side when she was invited to join Haunt in observing deer. It made her giddy to feel as though she'd been chosen to do something. She wasn't being told to sit on the sidelines- she was being asked to participate, which meant that Haunt felt she was capable. She took this validation with some trepidation- as there was always a chance that Haunt might change her mind and choose perhaps Valravn, or maybe Njord as her preferred hunting companion- but at least for now, she'd made the offer to Chacal...And it didn't seem as though it was a bid to give her pity. "Yes, pleeease, I would like," She crooned softly, spurred to use her voice. She did not rhyme, nor did she need to lead herself in with part of a melody. The words were spoken in a sing-song voice, but simply a small excerpt of a melody she had never sung before- a composition that surprised even her.