It took her several moments, and what felt like many heart attacks before she slowly started seeing what was going on around her. Her heart was still racing, it sounded like her heart was in her ears! But finally her deep red orbs landed on him. He looked confounded, concerned, perhaps even a bit scared of… her? Or was it her reaction. She didn’t want him to be scared of her, she didn’t mean to scare anyone or hurt anyone. Her little form quivered slightly as she tried to stand more upright looking him over nervously when he spoke, stating that he didn’t want to eat her and more so wanting to know if she was okay.

”Oh… I-I’m sorry.” She murmured her creamy hued ears falling against her head in shame. ”I thought you were one of them.” She shuffled slightly, feeling extremely awkward given the circumstances. She never actually talked with anyone outside of her family and a few passing moments with pack members before and now she already messed up potentially making a friend she was sure. ”I’m okay, you just… really scared me. I’m sorry.” She seemed to shrink again in her embarrassment and shame that she couldn’t be more outgoing, intelligent and brave as her sister. Even now he didn’t even know what to do with him.

”Are you okay?” She looked around seeing his frozen food not far away again and feeling a little guilt about how she never had to eat scraps. Maybe it was his old meal? She didn’t know but he didn’t have a really strong smell, like a pack or anything, on him. Was he alone? It wasn’t safe to be alone, someone might hurt him next! ”Are you alone?” She started before continuing on, ”It’s not safe to be alone, that’s how Masque, Mom and I got hurt.” She couldn’t help but glance at her heavily scarred hip before her tail tucked around the area self-consciously.

She wondered how he was living her, she didn’t know enough to really tell that he wasn’t even from Moladion, that he was brand new to the lands and unaware of much of his history. That was like her mother in many ways, but her father was from one of the oldest bloodlines. He didn’t know a lot about the history, to be honest while he was of one of the oldest lines he was raised by two mothers, not so much his father. Soma’s grandmothers imparted a lot of knowledge of how their lives were, but Los never got a lot from her grandfather. He said maybe he would take her to see him sometime soon, but that was a trip for another day, and right now she was just trying to survive this one.