Blacktail Deer Plateau something in my heart

The nervousness that overcame the young huntress was far too difficult to hide. She turned away, stumbling over her words — Oh, uh.. oh! — and pawed uncomfortably at the snow. What would she say? I like that, she whispered, hoping that her words would suffice.

She didn't make eye contact. Aningan would have seen how uneasy she was, were their eyes to meet. It was too risky; instead of looking up, she smiled and stared down at her paws. Sitjak is better to me. But...I like this, too. A word! 内陆, she told him, nay-loo. Inland.