That would be enough..

Lillianna would blink. It was almost as if... the woman didn't know what she was talking about. As if there were no place to go, as if she was simply wandering... and got lost that way. A place with pretty trees and flowers; the vagueness, the hesitation before the description... although, perhaps Lillianna was simply assuming too much. She would, however, give the pink - and gold, apparently - creature an inquisitive look, and slightly doubting at that last bit. Make her way around, huh? It didn't seem like it so much.

The Abaven wolf's toes dug into the ground when Ayla looked over Farrym, and she had to stop herself from growling. The woman meant no harm, she told herself. The woman meant no ill, just idle curiosity. Still, it took a second for her to push down that protectiveness - that she knew was ridiculous - and answer Ayla without a hint of a snarl. "He is alive," she answered, voice steady. "Farrym, hop down," she instructed gently, and the sand cat did as he was told, scrambling down and scrambling towards the paws of the pink thing. "Hi!" he squeaked, causing Lillianna to chuckle. "His name is Farrym, as you might have guessed - mine is Lillianna, by the way."