Sunbeam Lair the cat man of aleppo

When her mother arrived, Shiori blinked, looking up at her guiltily. Suddenly bashful, Shiori dipped her head. She did not know in certain terms that she wasn't supposed to be out there, but now thought that that may be true. Shiori's understanding of language was far better than her ability to speak it, though she babbled in attempts to recreate what she heard. So she understood, though vaguely, that she was being asked a question.

Unsure if it was allowed but hoping vehemently that it was, Shiori toddled forward towards the closest bit of greenery, a leafy weed that had sprung up not far from the den. Luh, she bubbled.