D'athe pulled back, startled, at the scream, his ears flattening against his head a moment. He shook himself, fluffing up his fur a moment before settling all four paws on the floor, nosing at the hatchling's hand.
I'm one of the permanents of my world. My name's D'athe, what's yours? And why are you here alone? Hatchlings shouldn't be alone. He paused, considering a moment. Well, most hatchlings shouldn't be alone.