Two Eyes Cenote Quiet steps

Delightful! The man exclaimed with another thump of his tail. Please, allow me to escort you to the dining hall, he offered with a gracious bow, rising gracefully to his feet and extending his arm toward their destination.

As they strolled down the corridor, Machi positioned himself on the side of the child closest to the center of the hall, a subtle gesture to ensure the little one's safety amidst the stomping paws around them. You know, he remarked, his voice a soft murmur amidst the echoes of passing footsteps, you possess quite the remarkable intellect for one so young. Why, I'm not certain I was half as clever at your age. When that was referring to, he had no idea. Not that it particularly mattered to the man. After all, any age below a year or so was more or less the same by his estimation—messy, loud, and somehow always sticky.

As the pair continued, he pulled aside a passing fellahin, asking them to send a message to the youth's parents:

To whom it concerns,
One of your offspring has escaped your den. Please come collect them from the dining hall at your earliest convenience.
Machiavelli

Figuring it would take the poor servant roughly the same amount of time to locate @Khusobek or @Inji as it would for him to reach the dining hall and ensure the child received a hearty breakfast, he continued on his way unhurriedly.

So, my dear young compatriot, what is your name? he resumed, a soft smile painting his sharp features. And, Machi paused, squinting down at the walking pile of fluff for a moment before continuing, Are you a boy beastie, or a girl beastie?