As the woman, who was much taller than she, emerged from the brush and undergrowth, the rats instantly ran for the hills. The hills being the neck fur of the princess, who lounged like royalty under the shade. She shrunk a bit, but felt compressed- much too compressed to stand. If this one wanted to harm her, certainly they would get to her much faster than she could stand. Her ears were erect, large and round and facing the stranger. Her eyes, much the same. Their wideness reminiscent of owls at night, big and circular with tiny pupils resting inside them.

Yes. She chirped, her eyes flashing downwards as if to gesture at them, or to recognize them, before looking back up at the stranger.

She seemed normal enough, but she mostly silent, quiet, and strange with a face she manipulated and distorted as if it was her first day owning one.