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Ronal looks over at Noah. "What an interesting creature."

Noah then turns his head and squeaks, curling up into a shivering ball. "P-please don't hurt me!" He mutters, feeling a mixture of emotions welling up inside of him. "I-I'm lost and I don't know w-what's happened to m-me."

Natasha turns her head as she hears a fretful sound. Her eyes landing a cowering cub, slowly she walks over to him with a calm demeanor and slowly sinks down to the ground with her legs folding underneath her. Softly she says, “They look by you in wonder, but none that ask, are you alright?” There was no hostility to her composure.

He went to the cub and looked at him "where did you come from?"

Finding himself frightened by so many people approaching him, the Ursine cub tries to crawl away, sobbing in terror as he hid behind a tree root. "W-where am I!?" He sobs, scared out of his mind.

She stays seated to the ground and watches him with kind gold eyes, “This is a garden, a place where you are safe.” She says quietly.

"A-a garden...?" He quietly asks, sniffling as he rubs his eyes. "T-that does explain the fresh grass. B-but why am I so s-small?"

She smiles gently towards him, “Well, with my observation, you are a cub, and a very young one. The why to that, I do not know. But you have no need to be afraid, I won’t hurt you.” She places her paws in her lap.

Cautiously he tries to climb over the tree roots, his knees and feet wobbling, before he squeaks as he flops onto his stomach. "Oof!" He exclaims, shivering, before he crawls toward the cat.

Places a paw to her mouth to hide a smile as she watches him climb the root, her eyes soft. As he approaches, she tells him, “I am Natasha Kitty, I respond to both, or lately Tasha.” Her tail curls around her knees.

Noah then sheepishly shuffles his paws, his icy blue eyes looking up at her expression as he tries to get a few words out. "M-my name is Noah. P-please to meet you, T-Tasha."

Natasha smiles softly as she looks into his icy blue eyes, noticing how deep he fears, and speaks just enough for him to hear, “It’s a pleasure to meet you as well, Noah.” She tilts her head to the side, “How are you?”

He then gently flops onto his bottom, a soft squeak escaping his mouth as he felt how cold the grass was, before he lowers his head and answers; "I-I'm okay....a-a little confused and scared, b-but okay." He tries to offer a reassuring smile.

She smiles with a light laugh, happy that he felt enough courage to approach her. “I’m glad you’re okay. You seemed rather frightened, I imagine all of that to be overwhelming. I’d run and hide with having all that under my fur too.” She tilts her head, finding his smile to be sweet.

He tilts his head and asks, "Having all what, Ms. Tasha?" Only to then have what she meant hit him on the back of the head like a boomerang. "O-oh, right!"

She nods and smiles at him as he gets what she meant. “So, Noah, is there something I can do for you?” She wanted to help in some way.

Noah then asks, still bashfully quiet. "C-could somebody pick me up? I...it feels like I forgot how to w-walk..."

Natasha looks at him with a mixture of a smile and frown at his adorable request, slowly she puts her furred hands around his little form, soft in her hold and picks him up to hold him against herself. All the while being gentle and easy. “Like this?”

Noah then nods, shuffling his paws as he replies with a mousey. "Thank you, Ms. Tasha." He huddles close to her, feeling much safer already.

Natasha smiles softly as she feels his small form relax into her own. Then she lets him know, “I’m going to stand up now.” As she slowly rises to her feet, keeping a secure hold on him until she is at her full height. She angles her stance to look at him better. “There we go, thank you for trusting me.” She emits a soothing purr.