Moonspear intervals of twelve seconds

There. She spied movement, tail waving gently behind her as she watched and waited. A young girl, silver with eyes like the sky, emerged from the den and Keres could not help the excitement that rushed through her body, paws shuffling in a brief bout of tippy taps. Stepping forward once, twice, Keres set the squirrel on the ground so that she could answer the girl properly.

My name is Keres. I'm your father's sister. She would not move forward any closer yet, not until the girl made some kind of indication that she was comfortable with such an action.