Silver Moraine Where Do I Go From Here?

"Nice to meet you, Grace," he chirped, the tip of his tail wiggling lightly against his hind leg. His dark, olive eyes changed suddenly, his expression turning to one of worry, as he realized she wasn't eating. "Is it too old? I can try to catch you something else..." he offered without also revealing that he was a terrible hunter and probably wouldn't be back with something for days if the situation depended on him. That being said, his determination to help Grace would probably make him more successful in that endeavor.