Lailah was a delicate creature, her older sister and mother likening her to a flower. She jumped in surprise at the sound of Roman sliding out from the bushes, eyes of earth and ocean looking upon him with a mixture of apprehension and curiosity. Instinct forces her all the way to the ground, flattening her out to the point that if snow had dusted the mountains in these moments, she might vanish entirely. He seems surprised to see her as she watches him quietly, his actions quite comical as her tail begins to wag lightly behind her; in some ways, his actions reminded her of her uncle Jericho and that both made her want to smile and filled her heart with an aching sadness.

Black rimmed ears flicker ever so slightly from their pressed back position atop her skull. Her body language screams introverted and withdrawn, a warning that if he moved too quickly she might go bolting off. He yawns and the tiny girl's head tilts slightly, eyes trained so closely on him, picking up little signs and signals like her father had taught her to do in order to keep herself safe. "I did not know you were there, ahem," he says, making her head tilt the other direction ever so slightly, the action quite adorable. "Though, I can't say you get much of a view from down here like this… and the mountains are fair pretty in the morning...." She nods her head lightly in agreement, but other than that does not make a move to lift herself from the ground.

Ever so slowly she wiggles a little closer to the male, keeping herself low as she feels comfortable enough to approach him. "It is why I live up there, so I can always see no matter what," she says, stopping a short distance in front of him as she uses her ink dipped paw to point up the mountain a little ways, the place where her den was located and where, not matter how flat she became, she could always see the view completely undistributed. Her words but a whisper, beautiful as she is and would grow to be. Despite how shy she was, the softness of her voice was natural, regardless of how comfortable she was with another. Snowy crown lays delicately upon her paws as she blinks at him, questions swimming in her mind though they never surface for her to grab onto them and speak them. If he is watching her close enough, he might be able to see her shake ever so slightly with anxiety. She deserved some credit though, she was being extremely brave.