Ocean's Breath Plateau who doesn't know what I'm talking about?

To Angel Oak, what he shared next was story enough. Having come to know about the moon people, she was better primed than she might otherwise have been to understand that deer people probably looked like regular wolves. Her mind went to some interesting hybrid all the same, but the idea did not stick with her long.

She listened raptly to his description of them, her mouth popping open into a little 'o' at the detail about their speech. She could not imagine how that would sound. Did they stomp their paws? Click rocks together? Or did they make these sounds with their mouths?

The way that he spoke of these deer people, Angel Oak knew that she, too, wanted to be a masterful hunter and a giver of great gifts. Dreams of receiving a present from Raiyuk fled her mind; now she wanted to find something wonderful to add to this pile.

"What are they?" she asked of the plants, leaning forward to give them a sniff. "It smells sweet, like blueberries." Only not nearly so tart. Angel Oak wanted to chew on it, but she knew better than to ruin something so precious like that.