And then, suddenly, silently, he's not alone: A small furry... person? creature? certainly doesn't look like anything else in this world... appears among the cages, looks around, sits heavily on the floor, lies down, and doesn't move further.

He doesn't seem to be approaching the dog cages right now. 

That's fine. This is fine. She'll just lay here, thanks.

One of the dogs barks at her, and then another joins in. 

She winces when the noise starts, but doesn't move. That sure is some barking that's happening right now.

It sure is. 

The door opens, and she can hear footsteps.

"Hey guys, what's wrong? Oh, don't be like that, I'm sure I smell awful, werewolves, what are you going to do." 

He reaches into one of the cages and pets one of the barking dogs. He strokes his fur, and it stops barking. 

Kobold: continues laying on the floor. Closes her eyes, takes slow deep breaths. Maybe she's sleeping?

Scott still hasn't seen her.

Now that he steps away from the cage, though...

That's definitely a small furry thing. 

He steps towards it, but not too close. 

"Hello?" 

She doesn't move.

He crouches down next to her. 

"You don't look like a dog. Are you lost?" 

He keeps his voice measured, aiming for gentle and soothing. 

Her ears twitch back, just slightly, and she tenses up a bit, but she doesn't otherwise respond.

"Are you in pain? Maybe I can help..." 

Calming, calm, you're not scared, it's small and probably can't kill you-

He reaches out a hand to touch her. 

She shudders at the touch.

His touch feels like nothing much. 

He takes his hand back, frowning. 

"Not in pain, not sick...did Dr. Deaton bring you in here, or did you sneak in? I've never seen anything like you before." 

No response, though she relaxes a bit when he takes his hand away.

He heads to the back of the room, and comes back with a bowl of dog treats.

"Does this look even a little bit tasty?" 

She doesn't open her eyes.

Well, it's not attacking him.

Will it bother the dogs?

He leaves the room, quietly closing the door behind him. 

She continues with her plan of not moving.

Well, she has some time alone. 

After ten minutes, he knocks.

No answer.

Well. He goes in.

He has water, also in a bowl.

He places it in front of her, and heads back out. 

She does, after a little while, open her eyes again.

Doesn't move to even look at the bowls, though.

That's mostly her business.

After another twenty minutes, she hears a conversation outside.

Deciding what to do with her, she's sure.

She closes her eyes again.