Blacktail Deer Plateau you know everyone

Ash Paw moved between the trees of the plateau. Small body flitting between shadows and raindrops.
A chill had settled upon the grounds. Coating her tiny paws in wetness and grime, but she continued. Fur placed along branches. Urine at tree bases.

A sound nearby and she lifted head to peer into the gloom. Soon he stepped from the gray like a ghost. Silvers and greys carribean blues.

She tilted downy head. A small tail wag.

Hello dreadfather.