Moonspear Moodi / Cryin

She was so tired, she almost mistook the soft, distant growl for something else. What exactly that was, she didn't know. Keen froze for a second in the manner of someone startled halfway to the bathroom at 2am by some distant downstairs crash. Then she realized she had company, and relaxed almost in unison with the pale-furred stranger. Another time, she might have been offended, but instead she yawned and covered her mouth sleepily.
Oh, hello, Keen managed before another yawn seized her. He was very tall, wasn't he? Her posture shifted and closed in a gesture of shyness. She was too tired for strangers! But Keen was ever polite, so she said, Nice morning, isn't it?