Puck sighed, running his hand through his hair. "See, this is why I stayed as the cat," he muttered. It was obvious enough that humans had hurt her, and his fae form was close enough to be startling for her.
He leaned back against the side of his nest, legs crossed- then he realized that wasn't really hiding anything and shifted again.
"My name is Puck," he offered. "What are you called?"