The small one who hailed from the ancient, barbaric lands of Llothgar stood on the porch of the Red Dragon inn. She was one of diminutive form. A glance around and toes to the bench nearby, she drew self up onto the railing that wrapped about the porch. As she sat there and bare feet slightly swam against the warm, evening air, she looked to the direction of the stables and back to the inn itself. Thoughts were pulled about her quietly, as often they were.

Nearly as long as S'jira had known Panther, there were tiny things she noticed of him.

His quiet and calm.

Strength and need for a hunt.

An inclination towards those of the female gender.

And... that he was more than attentive to the inn. It was not in the ways of one who was its caretaker so much as it was ...a new companion that did not give over its secrets very easily.

It was known to her that the inn had been around a very time, but beyond that it was a place to rest and eat within, the small one knew little.

Teeth caught the swell of her bottom lip, thinking more on it. Had others not seen how he touched the inn? Had any noticed the tiny ways in which he listened to it?

"How can it be heard..?" Lips bore the words at a whisper. She glanced to the inn before she watched the floor of the porch while she though on it more and more.

One question among other that she had for Panther. As she thought of others to ask him, she attempted to listen to the inn for herself.