The yearling had spotted him without any difficulty, not that it surprised him. Instead Sitjariaq continued to watch her with a curious gaze, wondering what kind of thoughts lied in her mind. An ear flicked at her movement, a sense of wonder taking over at the prospect of meeting someone like him. A soul that also found solace in the silence of the world.

She moved slightly back, keeping her eyes on him. What he perceived to be an open invitation. Carefully the boy made a near effortless pace towards her, though still keeping some distance between them. Now residing near her position, yet closer to the water's edge, he bent down to take a drink. The sound of falling water from his lips was the only thing to break the calming silence.