...And my axe!

She looks at him, and her head tilts. His demeanor-- yeah. The boy is certainly hiding something, and it's almost certainly his emotions that he's hiding.

So Bylgja just wags her tail, once, and says: "I will, Strai! You have helped me greatly." Before this ends, she will want to know what he did in the first place, but that is a discussion for another time. He must know her better, before she can ask him something like that. She supposes it is a source of great shame.

Her ears swivel at the mention of reindeer, and Bylgja stands straighter, delighted at the suggestion! Her smile is broad, again. "A reindeer! Perfect. We can save the horns." She does not appear to know they're called antlers. Or maybe she does, and just likes saying horns. It doesn't matter, in the end. She swings her head to the right, and does a little shuffling dance, her tail waving side to side again. "Good ideas. Come, Strai!" She throws her head back. "We find the reindeer, and bring it down!"

The pride in her eyes is undeniable.