She wasn't sure what it was that had given her away, but after being addressed she blamed it on the pounding of her heart. Crouching lower Kipling quickly surveyed her options, she didn't have to answer him and could just turned tail now; after all she'd pretty much seen all that she needed to. But tossing a glance to the direction from which she had come, she knew she'd cause a commotion, and her agility was hindered by the setting. It was so dark, and although she'd been gifted with keen eyesight she doubted her ability to run at top speed without slamming into a tree at some point.
If that was a no-go, then that meant confronting him. His growling fueled Kipling's sudden hesitance to pop her head back up, but slowly she lifted herself, ears poking out and then a face struggling to find a suitable expression. Should she look concerned? Friendly? Fierce so he knew to back off just in case she'd walked in on something she shouldn't have? All this thinking left her looking less than intimidating, one ear cocked forward in a quizzical expression.
What?
It should have been an introduction, or some type of explanation for spying on him, but she'd already forgotten the question. Something about shadows?