Blacktail Deer Plateau Cedar Waxwings in flight

"Hah!" Solveig cried, triumphantly. "A hunt, then- oh, and you know, we are very close to the hot springs now. A hunt, a feast, and then perhaps you might lead all the other yearlings down for an early soak in the hot springs to nurse wounds, tell stories, see what the boys look like when they're all steamy-" She took an abrupt tail-smack to the face, and nipped at her daughter lightly before she steered the topic away with a chuckle. 

"Will you go to them, soon?" She asked, then. "Extend the invite?"