Dragoncrest Cliffs Lights up on Washington Heights

His eyes track her movements, confused for a moment before he realises she's offering him the squirrel. A gift - a token of companionship, or perhaps even gratitude? Either way he reaches and gratefully draws it over to him, nodding as he accepts and as she introduces herself. All  information he's already gleaned, but still nice to hear directly from the source. 

Étoille's ears flick curiously at the strange word. Mochof? He blinks at her, plainly curious, but does not ask outright for clarification, instead focusing on her question. "Mm.. about two months, give or take." The exact amount of time is difficult to discern due to the unforgiving darkness of the forest, but it had been enough. Quite enough. "I am glad to have done it for us," he adds, honestly, not quite humble-bragging but something akin to it.