Early morning

Her eyes flicked over the pale feline. Her coloring was something she'd never encountered--but the differences compared to, say, a mountain lion, weren't major. "A leopard. Soooo, a white lion, then," she declared, her tone light. "That's probably what they would've called it back home, anyway." It most likely came down to a difference in dialect, but to her, a lion was a lion, and not something to trifle with. With that in mind, she found herself moving a step closer, curiosity winning out over caution.

Watching the wolf, now, she blinked once when he moved to reveal the vulture's head, and twice when it took to the sky "Ah--" Okay, so definitely not a winged wolf. But the yearling couldn't help but crane her head to watch, mesmerized by its fluid movements through the air.  She wondered silently whether the m had any more "friends" hiding in the wood...

The introductions pulled her out of her stupor. The girl gave a light shake. She jogged forward and drew herself to her full height--which wasn't much--as if she hadn't been wonderstruck by this unusual trio. "I'm Malalia. Pleased to meet you," she offered honestly. He wasn't competing for food, or chasing her away. Still, she kept light on her feet. The scent of a pack clung to the stranger, though territory markers around the willows were conspicuously absent. Strange. "So do you just enjoy collecting animals, then, or are they meant to aid you?" She figured that it was the latter, though she couldn't quite imagine why.

In part, she was unfamiliar with the practice of animal companionship. Too, the man's stature hadn't gone unnoticed, nor had his elongated fangs. He towered at least a head or two above herself. Perhaps the vulture could lend its eyes, but--"It's just--you don't look like you need much protecting. Especially if you've got a pack around here somewhere." As she said her last words, she glanced half-jokingly over the male's shoulder, ears twitching forward. The lion--leopard--was hopefully the last surprise she had today.