Mudminnow River Can't touch this

Nunataq had been about to decrease the distance between her and the lynx, and had crouched down, stretched her neck as far as she could and sniffed curiously, her nose almost touching the animal's paw, when she froze, feeling the stealthy feline gaze upon her (to put it more clearly - it's the power of a gaze upon a person, who knows that he has been caught doing wrong) and a second later a paw swatted at her nose, making her scrabble backwards.

The thing was alive! And it talked!

She sat down and cocked her head to the side, eyeing the cat with a curious gaze, then lied down, to be in the same level with the animal. Her tail was swaying happily as she rested her head between her outstretched forepaws and barked a WRUFFF!, which implied - hello, who are you, you look odd. Talk about effective resource management in mute kids.