Firefly Glen there's a wall around your body

She's made him uncomfortable, that much is certain, left wide-eyed and teetering as he recoils. 

He did not seem offended though, thankfully. A detail which gives her a moment of pause - considering the wag of his tail moments prior and the stumbling shyness. A wisping trill of contrition purls from the pale column of her throat, chin bobbing in remorse, as if to apologise in her own strange language - hesitant reproach pooling in her glacial gaze. 

The word - home - halts her stirring motions similarily as if she were approaching or reaching to reassure him, ears fluttering to life as if sparked into action by the vaguely familiar notion. It was one Urä'd used occasionally but that place, that home, was no more. Surely her new acquaintance didn't mean that distant hollow. 

With the same slow, tentative actions of the male, Siki turned and limped to the brambles that were her walls, the groves her roof, the rushes of needle-strewn ground her bed. Bending, the mute gingerly took a corner of the worn deer pelt in her jaws and gave a gentle tug - pulling into sight a sliver before dropping it to face the leader once more. 

This is "home", her impish grin seemed to say as a slow wag swished her curly tail to and fro.