Blackfeather Woods Beneath the red scarf and a chapeaux

The rushing of paws onto the dense forest floor was not a usual thing to hear in their quiet woods, so when it did happen Nyx noticed rather quick. It wasn't a normal sound of rushing either - as if there was something off with one of the walker's legs, but she paid it little mind as the sound abruptly stopped. She looked around, finally spotting the small white blob of fur that made her mouth go "o".

Greetings. She greeted without her usual cold tone and a rather surprised face. Excuse me for asking, but which child are you? It was a rather different way of asking for her name, and she had no idea if children her age could understand her rather proper sentences yet, but she tried anyway.