"Go on. Have your little chat. I'll be riiiiight over there," Riverblossom said, striding to the far end of the table at the centre of the hall. Bambi turned and spoke hurriedly in the deer tongue. Riverblossom laughed heartily in reply, a warm, kind laughter before responding. Bambi frowned, then sighed and looked back at Whirlwind, who briefly glanced at her out of the corner of his eye before refocusing his gaze on a really interesting corner of the room that contained absolutely nothing whatsoever. The chieftain walked right up to the stag and lifted her head, looking right up at his face, to the point where he had no choice but to face her scowl. Slowly but surely, that scowl turned into a gentle smile, and her gaze softened.