Liss was leaner than she'd been a few months ago — a mark of adulthood coming upon her. But she'd had plenty of softness to spare, and could hardly be considered bony. Especially with the thick plush of a winter coat well on its way in.

These softened the blow of collision with a previously unknown vandr. A little.

Maybe.

The squirrel got away, like it was always going to do. Liss squealed, which was a less-expected outcome. Through the ringing in her ears and scolding of tree-rats, she wobbled back to her feet and felt damp leaves shed from her coat. Spit one out. Wrinkled her nose. And turned to squint blearily at what was definitely not a rock, but sure hit hard enough to be one.

Hey, uh — you okay? I didn't see you there. I mean, you were hiding, so I probably wasn't supposed to. But... She rubbed her head with a foreleg, Ouch. Hah. Hi, I'm Liss. Sorry about that.