Blacktail Deer Plateau You and me

Rhonen was up for some exploration—and the girl cast him a cheeky grin before indicating with her muzzle to move onwards.

That’s all anyone could do, she assumed, when put in a totally different situation and territory than what they had grown up with. Her heart ached for the vale—and as she began to trot toward the stone and grass terrain of a steeper hill, an ink-dipped ear flicked back toward her brother, ensuring she heard his footfalls.

“I don’t think I like it here,” she confided to him quietly.