Deepwood Weald keeper

his eyes linger on her—soft now, rather than sharp. she is small, but not weak. eager, but not foolish. not yet. he sees no guile in her face, only something unfamiliar to him.
innocence.
when she taps her chest and gives her name, he watches the gesture closely.
she points to him next. he blinks once, then slowly lifts his paw and mirrors her gesture—taps it to his own chest with a low grunt of acknowledgment.
rædwulf. then, after a breath—his head tilts slightly. frēond?