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[KNOX.]

Knox's ears pinned back a moment in confusion, the voice she heard not quite traveling in a manner that was normal. No, it appeared quietly among her own thoughts. But it was easy to distinguish the source was the child and not her own mind. Her expression settled from the brief moment she was caught off guard and she nodded carefully, "Okay, Little Miss. I am Knox. Your basket has made it here to the territory of the Descendants of the Departed..." 

The lioness trailed off as the cub's voice filled its mind again, watching as her attention darted off again. It followed her gaze to the sky, then quickly dropped back down to look at her. She extended her paw in order to support the cub in case she fell from all her nerves.

Telling Little Miss the bird would not eat her wouldn't be the entire truth, that was for sure. Knox could not grasp the worry itself, it could only hope and pray it would be eaten by its fellows upon death. But given the way she spoke about her brother, she had to only assume omitting some of the truth would continue to calm her nerves. "Vale will not eat you, Little Miss. Xe are bringing you something to eat, if you are up for it."