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he did not respond to her gestures of play but instead something swam behind those intense dayglow eyes that piqued her own interest.  

he backed from her, but did not seem scared or wanting, he kept his attention on her but disregarded her play, her beckoning for a name.

well, what else could she do?  she could bring him food, but she could not articulate to him to wait here.  perhaps, if she began walking towards home, he might follow.  so she did just that, taking a few steps before gesturing at him to come with me.