Moonsong Glacier now that we don’t talk

a nod, perhaps overly eager and filled with a sweet swell of relief, is given as she watches the exclamation of understanding morph itself on the other's face. it is the easiest and most effective way she knows how to communicate her disability to others.

keen eyes watch as the other woman juts her nose northward, towards the scent of the quail and takes off in it's direction. if jr hesitates, it is only for a second before loping after her; content with letting her take the lead.

a quick glimpse overhead tells her ghost is trailing; and she hopes that his presence overhead doesn't startle their quarry.