Her mis-matched eyes sees that his mouth moves and she focuses in on it for a second, but otherwise it does not concern her much and continues to mean very little in her silent world so far. Her ears did not move in reaction to his words, nor in reaction to anything else in this world that must be rustling and would normally cause at least a flicker.

She blinked a few times when he did not respond to her boop and play bow. Her brows wrinkle a little bit. Why does he seem so serious and not playful? She huffs air a little bit. Guess it just means he needs more convincing. She smiles gently on her dark maw, tail high in the air as she does two little hops back and forth.

She then dashes towards him again, attempting to gently nip at his shoulder this time. Her whole form is light and airy- like she is barely a whisp in the wind. She was naturally a small and tiny girl, and her fur was rather short and clung to her easily. She was like a brown and black stick of a pup, although certainly not lacking nourishment. There is a glimmer of complete innocence in her eyes of brown, mis-matched with violet and green. Her nip would be gentle if she does land it on him, and her paws would then try to bat his front paws to convince him to play or even just to move.