Blacktail Deer Plateau Little Paws

With the cat's movements, Sorrel's own interest peaked; her ears swiveled atop her cocked head, trying to place the soft sounds of such a creature. As the kitten reached up to investigate, Sorrel took a step back before deciding that she wanted to know more, too, and crouching down on her belly to not seem so large. Wolf, she said plainly, not thinking much of the declaration. 

Sorrel. It was a plain introduction, but one that got the point across. What's your name? she wanted to ask, though she figured the invitation to the kitten to offer the information on her own was clear.