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. ”Oh what’s this now?” 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. ”Is this yours, dear?” she asked, looking curiously through the bag. Swords, clothes, nothing an animal would need. “Well how odd,” she murmured under her breath before noticing the rope that had tied it to the animal laid on the ground. ”Did someone tie these to you? Do you belong to someone?” 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… ”These are your things…” she said quietly, slowly, before setting them down on the ground with wide eyes, now a bit afraid. ”I’m sorry for touching your things…” 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.