Dragoncrest Cliffs footwork

At first, Chacal thought that Haunt looked a bit confused still by her family, or perhaps she didn't quite understand that she spoke in two different languages. But when she heard a soft exhale of breath that was much closer than she'd expected, she snapped her gaze back to gaze through the bush again- and saw what she figured had made Haunt say oh. The stag, the one with the broken antler, had turned its head to look right at them. His eyes were large and dark, and there was something intelligent about his expression that made Chacal feel as though she was being regarded with scrutiny. Could he see them? And furthermore- was he dangerous?

He was very large- and she felt so very small in comparison. Not knowing exactly what else to do- if they should run or stay put- she quietly and carefully squished herself closer against Haunt's side, exhaling a timid breath into the deerstalker's ruff.