Kildeer Rest pakstoka

heda grinned. she wanted to tell him that she knew issoratuyok. but veteran's question blanched the girl beneath her fur. and then she felt red flushing her cheeks. she hoped he couldn't see that, hoped he wouldn't sense her sudden jolting energy.
"uh, no. he's just ... mahler, you know? our graf." she thought fondly of him, and it was easier to let go of whatever had made her feel so weird so suddenly. "he teaches my sisters and i things. like how to find stuff. how to plant things. he taught druid about medicine, i think. oh, and he taught us his language."
she motioned to the animal. it staggered listlessly to the left. "i think we should get it," the rivenwood girl finally determined, smiling sideways at veteran. "then it can be our deer."