Was meant to be a quick scribble break from replies, then turned into BAMF Tsarina in fancy armour and I kinda wanna finish it now… oops.
His focus and once he actually spoke inspired a more, living, response if anything, the creature's head tilting to the opposite side from before. The sun's hues through the leaves dappled her coat, making it almost transparent in spots, perhaps maybe just to the kids so they couldn't see her. Eventually she made a humming noise, almost pleasant and canted her toward the man with a bit of an echoing, quiet tone. "Afternoon."