Moonsong Glacier the sun is not a-bed

Oooh! A deer! ruheer? he offered the breath-filled word. 

And to illustrate her description, he pranced as well. Tail held in the air and each leg moving in what could only be an imitation of grace. He gave a few skips, and even bent his head down and nudged the ground to imitate grazing. 

Then perked his head up, and looked around. Deer were very keen like that. 

After his little demonstration, he turned back to Winter Song. 

He'd gotten very good at charades, he thought.