It watched, all four eyes, as the canid bowed in what appeared to be a kind gesture. He did not seem startled or angry about an unexpected visitor stalking about, and actively seemed to encourage the encounter with friendly words. Still, the serval kept their distance, only dissipating the shroud of shadow it had formed to keep it’s glowing spots abated.
Now in plain view of the friendly canine, it pondered the words he had spoken. ’Sweetie?’, wasn’t that used in familiarity? Or to children? Maybe it’s common in this world, or to this person. Even so, it was strange to hear in reference to a stranger.
”No, this tree is not mine,” it briefly put out, it’s voice articulate but neutral in tone. ”I assume it belongs to the light bugs,” it tried to jest. ’People do that, right?’ But once again it’s voice came out stale. Even so, it was worth a shot.
”It is surprising to think some bugs and a tree would cause superstitions.” The feline seemed to mumble to no one, but it’s words were audible for all to hear. Gazing back at the tree, they decided to ponder quietly again. 'An interesting display indeed.'