The moss was soft beneath his feet, yet every step pained him. Ignoring the sounds of the forests which he was in, he carried on, focusing on the stiff and painful movements. This had not been part of the plan, but truth be told, the plan had evaporated several tragedies earlier, so he had reached a point at which he was merely happy to be alive. Somewhat.

He heard a sound. Not the sounds of the forest, which he easily ignored by habit, having spent much of his life in the woods near the palace, but that of... A human. He cursed his look, grimacing as he considered his options. Murder was never off the table, but it had to be said that he was... Not weak, but weaker than he'd prefer. Using magic was not a wise choice, which is why he was limping through the thick forest in the first place, instead of just healing the ridiculous strains. 

Killing someone took power, more so than one might think, and therefore he settled on the next best thing; another shape, which could more easily blend into the wild. Glancing up, he saw nothing but branches of tree tops. A raven would be easily hidden among the green leaves, but flying would take more energy than he felt inclined to offer for the sake of it, so instead, he looked down. A beetle could do, but he would risk being stepped on, not strong enough to teleport should he see a foot coming towards him. No, he would need something bigger, flexible and agile, preferably fast, easily hidden, and perchance able to hear better than most of other midgardian animals. With as much settled, he took a deep breath, keeping the remainder of his energy gathered in a warm feeling in his chest, he allowed the transformation to happen. Closing his eyes, he opened to a view of the forest from a much lower angle, spotting a hiding spot beneath a bushy wilderness just in time to disappear from prying eyes as they entered his line of sight. A bit surprised, he watched a woman who seemed nothing like a woman. Hair almost black, dress of simple lines and the colour of moss, and deep brown leather shoes following the shape of her ankles. She fit in. Had she stood still enough, he might not have noticed her; her smell wasn't that of a human, of their artificial strawberries and many spices, but really rather simple in their stead. He could smell her; not because she smelled bad or good, but because her scent was not hidden like others were at the time of customs which dictated earth now. He tracked her habitual movements, how her feet landed exactly where they needed to, as she gathered what seemed like nothing; leaves off of small plants, smelling their scent before placing it in her wicker basket. Watching her pass his hiding spot, he nestled deeper in by the leaves, happy to know his safety was assured by his small size. He could hardly make out her face through the leaves, her oval eyes running across the ground before her and long nose attentive. With a sudden movement, her head turned, her eyes landing on the bush in which he had frozen in.

"It is not often I find people wandering this far out," she informed him, raising her head slightly. If she were scared, she did not show it; a thing he could not help but find admirable and slightly unfortunate. She narrowed her eyes, seemingly only catching his form by then, her mouth opening slightly.

"Oh! I could have sworn," she looked confused before shaking her head slightly; "Hello, little wanderer." She moved a foot forward, and just as he thought she would take a step, she bent with one knee on the ground, the other in front of her, as if pledging her loyalty. His eyes scoured her face, desperately wanting to do the same thing as her, it seemed.

"You seem... don't belong here, do you?" she asked him, almost muttering. Pleasing him in his choice of an animal with proper ability to hear.

"You are certainly not wild, your coat is far too lovely for that, but where might you belong?" she asked, raising her voice as if expecting him to hear that part and answer it, as if he had a chance of doing so. It seemed one of the rare questions he had yet to find the answer of. That, and the question of the woman kneeling in front of him.

"Is that how you got injured?" she asked him, carefully eyeing his small shape, seemingly not noticing his surprise; the wounds should not be visible in that shape, he had made sure of it; any animal in distress is prey, and that is one thing he did not want to bother with at this time. And yet, she asked about it.

"It certainly seems the injuries of a fight. Not all the animals here take kindly to newcomers, I'm afraid," she informed him, needlessly. He had been on earth enough to know how humans worked. Sighing, she moved her arms towards her, seemingly thinking he would allow her to touch him. Hoping it would be enough, he hissed at her; he did not have the energy to take a life at that moment, but he would do so if it proved necessary. While not necessarily a threat, this woman was something, and he did not trust that.

"If you want my assistance, little wanderer, you will have to come to my home. I cannot do much here," she told, gesturing to the woods around them. He followed her eyes, allowing himself a second to consider it. She seemed knowledgeable, unfortunately so, but he was in need of assistance, and he would prefer the assistance to be done by someone knowledgeable. In the middle of nowhere on a planet with no friends, a stranger taking kindly to him seemed his best option. In spite of that, he made a small his as he stood, making sure she knew to not come to close.

"Well, alright then," she decided, leading the way with expertise through the heavy woods, every once in a while glancing at the small cat limping after her.

"I don't know how to explain it, but I've never met someone quite like you," she told him at one point, and he couldn't help but agree.