Her tail never ceased its nervous movements by her legs. Cvetka's eyes flickered to and fro, away from the male, then back upon his countenance, then back away again.

'You may call me, O'Malley.' O'Malley... she softly parroted, committing the name to memory before falling silent yet again. 'Don't worry, I'm not going to eat you. You can settle down.' She couldn't help the grateful smile that curled over her lips. Cvetka, though still restless, let the timid strain on her body dissipate at his words.

'You from around here?' The question prompted another periodic silence. Cvetka's brows furrowed, her lips pursed in thought. Was she from here...? Could these woodlands be considered her home, nowadays?

Truth be told, she hadn't any idea. I've been living around here for... a little while, now. And unsatisfactory answer. Cvetka frowned tilted her ears back. She wanted to know more.

Yet, even if there were someone who knew more than she, would she be able to find them?