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She flinched obviously when Haunt reminded her that she had once turned Haunt away, because she didn't want to share her hunting and tracking with one of the wolves who had participated in the Seafoam Run. Her knees bent lightly, and her tail stopped waving almost immediately. While she didn't seem particularly perturbed about the incident, and only mentioned it, seemingly, to make a reference to a certain time, Chacal couldn't help but wonder if perhaps Haunt held a grudge. She was a sensitive wolf, though, so she couldn't help but read into the mention of that day and wonder if maybe Haunt was about to tell her off just to get her back. 

Everything else about what Haunt said was spoken in a light and informative tone. There was no reason for Chacal to get as hung up as she did about being reminded that she'd fended Haunt off once with a surly glare, but she did anyway. So it took her a few moments to recover, as she was no longer certain that she deserved to be included on this mission to check on the deer herd. She felt as though she ought to apologize, but she also didn't want to have to explain why she'd been so upset. That was a whole bucket of worms that her mothers were trying to sort through, and the time she spent away from them, simply interacting with other packmates, was a welcome distraction from all of that stress. 

Obviously, Haunt had learned a lot from the herd that she'd gone tracking, rather than hunting grouse with Chacal, so felt a tiny bit relieved to know she hadn't spoiled Haunt's day completely. Still- she couldn't help but feel like she'd been a jackass, and while Haunt hadn't intended to call her out on it, even just mentioning it was enough to remind Chacal that she'd been very rude. 

She pawed the ground lightly, frowning. "Are you...Sure you...Want me?" She asked softly, her melody thin and shaky.