This kid kinda creepy

She meets his gold gaze with a stare of her own. Noticing how he bristles, keeping his head low to the ground, her own fur bristles in response. His cutting words have her clicking her tongue behind her teeth, a slight rise to her lip to show her displeasure. "Lying won't do you any good," Eudora chastises, stepping forward, closer to him, keeping a neutral, but slightly defensive posture.

So he was a healer? Was that why he was looking at plants? This information did pique her curiosity, eyes moving from the boy toward their surroundings. If she looked, explored close enough, she would notice that there were indeed a variety of plants growing throughout the grove. Safe within the confines of the weeping willows. Thinking, contemplating, she keeps her distance, letting out a huff, lowering her own head to sniff at a nearby flower.

"If you are truly ogling the plants, which ones? Any in particular?" She questions him suspiciously. If he didn't have a good answer, he'd end up with a sharp bite to the cheek. It was safe to say that Eudora despised liars and oglers most of all - even if she did relish in the attention. Pretending as if she's only paying half attention to him, her eyes continue to scan the grove. Wilting flowers dropping slowly from boughs, leaves turning crisp around the edges. Autumn was here, the chilled wind told her as much.

Eudora Dunamis
Italics denotes Greek