Jade Fern Grove Dizzy, Spinning Endlessly

"But hello anyways," she began. "Who are you?" the artic mixed female inquired, a friendly wag of her soft plume and an extended snout suggesting she wanted a little sniff for information that words didn't readily provide for her. As much as she loved meeting new people, the recent turn of how she had met Cry led her to want a smaller range of company, despite her friendly and gentle personality.

"I'm Leila," she started. "And this is-" she was cut short as a sharp nip to her shoulder shut her tongue off, momentarily. Seems Cry would speak for himself, and would rather it stay that way.