Keela waited as the panther seemed to be debating or hesitating, perhaps, she thought, deciding whether or not to attack her. But then the beast rolled its shoulders in a shrug sort of way. Keela smiled when she heard the thud. [b]”Oh what’s this now?”[/b] she asked almost to herself and not the cat, hearing some clanking sound that certainly wasn’t natural in a forest. She continued to hold her hands up as she slowly, gently approached him, smiling still until she reached his pack. [b]”Is this yours, dear?”[/b] she asked, looking curiously through the bag. Swords, clothes, nothing an animal would need. [b] “Well how odd,”[/b] she murmured under her breath before noticing the rope that had tied it to the animal laid on the ground. [b]”Did someone tie these to you? Do you belong to someone?”[/b] she asked, frowning slightly as she attempted to understand. Looking in the beast’s eyes though, something was far too human… it truly was understanding her. Which could mean… [b]”These are your things…”[/b] she said quietly, slowly, before setting them down on the ground with wide eyes, now a bit afraid. [b]”I’m sorry for touching your things…”[/b] she said quietly, unsure of what race this could possibly be. A human but a panther? Carrying swords? Certainly not friendly although he had yet to attack her. She took a few steps back, unsure now if he would hurt her or not. Animals were one thing. This amalgam of man and beast was something else entirely.