She had squatted in the bushes for some time now, her fingertips kneading the dirt slowly with an unneeded and intense concentration. Her lips had pulled into a thin line of determination, her fingers shifting the dirt away, working, working and digging at the dirt that surrounded a large, flat stone that jutted out awkwardly and sharply from the ground. She had stubbed her toe on it [since she had the bad habit of traipsing about without foot-ware] and was a little too curious about its actual size. It'd take forever - but she had forever and what seemed like more. It had taken her twenty-three years to acquire a break and she couldn't imagine how bored she found herself these days.
Lying more and more, wandering farther and farther, finding new places to investigate. She continuously found places, and she continuously lied to get to them - to places that held little more than any other place. With interests and curiosities as any other place, but at the end of the day, not interesting enough to gauge more reaction, more emotion, or more interest from her.
Devi hadn't realized she had begun to murmur things - soft and crooning to the rock itself. When she did realize it, she giggled, patting the rock with her small, dirty hands. A soft rustle, a little distance away, didn't catch much of her attention, her dog ears pricking upwards, curious at the sound, her head lifting slightly and then dropping back down, focused back on the rock. But yet, the sound was constant, consistent, as if something or someone was walking. Being crouched in the bushes she wasn't sure if they were aware of her.
Curiously, her head poked over the bushes, dog ears pricked upwards, leaning forwards, dark brown eyes studying the figure with an honest interest. Devi stood all the way up, brushing herself off, along with her hands. She rounded the bush, making a stumbling, shameless progress through the bushes. She wasn't hiding herself [or attempting too] nor was she making any threatening gestures.
"Halloo!" She sang out, giving a wave so vigorous it swayed her entire body, her tail wagging so furiously that her entire body quivered with its force. She was smiling brightly.
At first glance, being as dirty as she was, she appeared like a child. She had the rounded appearance, the short stature [only being five foot five], short black hair with an array of debris [sticks, twigs, leaves, etc.], scuffed feet, legs, cheeks and arms, scratch marks against her dark tanned skin. Even with the same, innocently childish, hopeful and honest eyes of any kid. The thing, however, that set her apparent from a normal child were the dog ears and tail, the slight claws, and slight canines. But, at a second glance, she was quite matured in some aspects, like a fully grown person who never quite lost their childhood.
"You okay?" She asked, her head cocked to the side, eyes shadowed vaguely with worry. He seemed... lost? She wasn't quite sure. Or maybe not. Maybe he was in the middle of a walk she disturbed. She hadn't seen any houses nearby - then again, she didn't really live here so it didn't quite matter what she saw or knew, but what existed.