Just one of the flowers

Once she recovered from nearly trampling him - not that she'd really due any harm to him, given that he looked to be just as tall as she was - she found herself briefly admiring her coat. It was unlike anything she'd seen back home, but then again she'd quickly learned that Boreas was nothing at all what she'd expected. She wouldn't stand and gawk at his bright coat for long though before he stirred, looking stunned as he woke from his slumber. Kiela regarded him with a serious look, not quite catching the gist of his comment. This whole language barrier thing was really proving more difficult for her to conquer than she'd expected, but then again it wasn't like she'd had a plethora of social interaction lately, either..

"No. You live," she responded matter-of-factly, her tone flat, taking a step back from him as he pulled himself upright. "You only sleep. I am not angel, I am Kiela." Awkwardly she shifted her weight from one paw to the other, not sure how else to proceed beyond introducing herself. This whole socializing thing was not quite as easy as she'd expected, but she was giving it a fair and honest try to better acclimate to these lands.. and hopefully get a better grasp of the native language here in the process, if she was lucky.