Maw popping open with surprise, Kipling shrunk back a step when her attention was called to an approaching stranger. She was cautious more than suspicious, and waited neutrally until the visitor came forward with a friendly salute, the tautness in her body released with stifled sigh of relief. Kipling paused for some greeting or acknowledgement and was surprised at the simple gesture she was given. The idea of a helpful stranger was hopeful, or rather she could've been curious, either way Kipling was not opposed to the company.
Um, hey. There's rabbits here.
She only thought there were--they smelled like rabbits. It seemed the right type of environment for them? Kipling actually hadn't seen any rabbits, and the small whiff she had caught had been a few hours too stale be certain they were still in the area. Yet she was reluctant to admit she wasn't actually sure about what she was doing, instinct only went so far and her skill was lacking severely. She fueled herself on intuition, eyeing the meadow and reassuring herself that wildflowers were a sweet treat for such creatures.
Jerking up a small confident grin from the edges of her maw, she shrugged her shoulder adding after a moment, So I mean... if you're hungry too, we can... you know? Pack animals and all that.