Dawnlark Plains lines for winter

annalee remained nonplussed. her lips quirked apologetically, sheepishly. she hadn't meant to startle the poor thing but it was wise to be leery of strangers.

the yearling did her best to seem reassuringly non-threatening. her ears tipped back a hair, tail low and wagging in a friendly gesture as she pointedly turned her gaze away from the girl's. 

"i'm annalee," she introduced herself after a moment, head tilting curiously at the dove-pelted girl. "it's a pleasure to meet you, miss...?"