-flails around-

Her head tilted to the side when he said the name of the log monster, it wasn't something that was all too familiar to her. In fact, she have never even heard of such creatures. He made a comment that they tried hard to eat you, and the tiny girl shivered again. They were icky, nasty creatures and she didn't like them one bit! Looking back over to where it had crawled away, she stuck the tip of her tongue out at it. The boy made a comment about them being faster, her head turning back towards him as she beamed up at the taller man. Yes, oh yes it sure was! She didn't want to become the croco... alagrateros... crocogater? Whatever it was, she didn't want to become its dinner! She doubted she would taste very good anyways, she was still scrawny and underfed. Once again she turned her head back, taking a few shaky steps as her blue eyes narrowed towards the stump. "Well know I know no' 'o 'rus' a log ever again!" she said with a giggle.

Suddenly the darker boy called out, and her ears flickered towards him as she nearly jumped from her skin. She was still on edge after the chase, but he had only bee shocked that he had not introduced himself properly. Letting out a small giggle, she bounced over to him and flopped down on her rump. "My name is Charmeine," she said softly, batting her lashes at her knight who saved her. Letting out another burst of laughter, she pushed forward again to bury her head in his plush coat. She was cold and wet, plus he was so soft! There was obviously no boundaries for the yearling, nor would she probably ever learn them. "So do you live around here? 'his place is pre'y big..." There was a touch of wonder in her voice, but it was mostly just... sad. It would seem that no matter how hard she tried, she just couldn't find her way back to her parents.