I promise I can be nice

Zhavvi nodded stiffly when he repeated from what she had said. She tipped her head a bit at the word 'pack' she had heard it before and she was almost certain that it meant Khalas. She didn't know the other words but she wanted to repeat them. "Zhavvi Run fom Pak!," she repeated, though it didn't sound too much like it but it would do. She watched his sad expression and then shook her head.

She moved forward and tried to move her paw against his nose, like saying more deliberately no. No Sad. No Sad. Zhavvi then sat down and smiled. "Zhavvi... Zhavvi...," after she spoke her name she let out a big smile since she didn't know the word for happy/glad/relieved.