<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: teal">Leanne giggles cheerfully as the fox-squirrel tugs at her dress. What a cute little thing! It made her want to scoop it up into her arms, like she did many of her smaller friends. But of course she would restrain herself for now. Sometimes her new friends didn't like being picked up- she'd learned that the hard way with Keeneye, the red fox kit. A small nip of the finger was all it took. She didn't want to startle anything again, by doing that. Intense focus strained her ears in order to try and hear its voice. And to be honest, she wasn't sure she understood. Even though she had been raised by the forest creatures, each species had its own complex language, some of which she had learned- others she had not, or her mind wasn't capable of understanding it completely. It was sometimes a game of guess. <br/><br/>"Hn, I'm sorry fella, I'm not sure I can understand..." Leanne murmured, almost sounding depressed. Fortune hadn't allowed her to see many of his kind in the past, after all, so she hadn't the time to learn their language as well. "But perhaps you and I could stick together, just for a little while?" She asked with a sweet smile. Remembering how he'd gotten tangled earlier, Leanne wished to ensure he got through the rest of the day out of harm's way. Strange things were always happening in this forest. What else could happen today? </span></div>