Maybe It Wasn't An Accident

There was suddenly a voice addressing him. The young man would let his gaze shift to a female, russet in color, poking her head out of the bushes. Borders... That was her warning? Cypress would slow to a stop, blinking some. Had she suspected that he was going to trespass? Ah... He was dangerously close, wasn’t he? Cy would shift his body in the direction of the female, his ears lifting some in curiosity. Why had she hidden herself away after giving the warning? Was she shy? Did she think he was an enemy?

“I was not intending to trespass, ma’am. You live here though, right?” His voice was gentle, and he would keep his posture relaxed. “Might you tell me a bit about it? I’m kinda searching for somewhere to settle down. I guess my thoughts had me so distracted I came too close.” He would take a couple steps back, though he hoped she would still answer him.