Shy Deer Steppes i'm walking, i'm a southern stream

Damsel had been on the hunt when the call reached her ears, sending her running.

She was more than happy to see her scruffy prince charming stood in the distance, returning his call with a bark-howl of her own. She had waited, been patient for him, and now it had paid off.

Bounding paws reached him in time, Damsel quick to press her head to the crook of his neck. How were your travels? The others are doing well? Her questions came as a flurry, excitement clear in the wave of her tail.