Dragoncrest Cliffs footwork

"My name is Chacal Dahomey-Rivaini. My name is Chacal Dahomey-Rivaini. My name is Chacal." 

Over and over she worked the phrase, trying a different melodic contour to shape her phrase, trying to find something that wasn't too flashy, but also had a nice lilt to it. She didn't want to be too dramatic and come off as being facetious, and she didn't want her melody to be too noticeable either. So she began with something that rose and then fell, and began to re-work the melody so it was a bit more conjunct, allowing her to speak the phrase in a sing-song voice without outright belting it like an opera singer. That just sounded ridiculous, and would make a terrible first impression. 

She meandered along the borders and had begun to contemplate leaving and going for a walk- perhaps to track down another flock of spruce grouse if she could find the lodgepole pine trees they liked again- when she heard Haunt call out. She responded, her howl as pure and clear as her singing voice, though it trembled lightly at the end as the swinging of her tail sped up causing her to wriggle slightly. Haunt had invited her to investigate deer herds with her- perhaps this was her shot at learning a bit about hunting larger herbivores. 

So she loped along, and found the tracks of the herd which had obviously been pursued to the borders by the pale huntress who was still waiting there when Chacal found her. Her tail still waved from flank to flank in a low, wide arc as she approached, chattering her teeth together in a fond greeting.