Can you hear me calling, calling?

The small red brown and ivory female would smile politely. "Yes, Qanik it is," she would say, a small smile appearing on the girl's maw. Then Qanik would begin speaking about hunting and fighting, and if Misha was any good at those tasks. "Unfortunately, I'm not," She would say, sighing softly to herself. Then the small fae would turn her head up when she had mentioned running, and tracking. "Oh, I love running," she would giggle out, her blue grey gaze sparkling. "I haven't really tracked anything before.. What is it?" She would say in a question, smiling up at the snow white female named Qanik.