MARIA
"Maria!" Bran called and she heard the light sounds of his steps as he came towards her.
She didn't turn to look at him. She didn't want to take her eyes off the cat, not even for one second, for fear that it would run away.
It was a small scruffy thing with its hair going every-which-way. It had to have had an owner before because it didn't run away as she approached, even though it looked quite cautious, and it had obviously been out here for a while now—from how dirty it's once probably rich white fur looked—but it was letting her get close which meant it wouldn't try to harm her, right?
Kneeling on the bare sand, Maria extended her hand to it hesitantly, expecting it to cower and run away even though she didn't want it to.