Larksong Grotto and walkin's what they'll do

Oh, dear. Her eyebrows shot up for a moment, temporarily flustered, though quickly she calmed. Her ears twitched as he continued to speak. A slight accent? she wondered. Not my nose. My ears. It seems you have heavy paws, my friend, Isabella spoke in a light, airy tone, her disposition positive after her last encounter. She shot the stranger a smile.

Isabella, she introduced herself, dipping her head in a polite nod. But if you're friendly, you can call me Bella. How about you? Her tail flicked as she watched him sit where he stood. Somewhat amused, she spoke again:

You can come closer, if you like. I won't bite.