Puar Dragon Ball Roleplay

The afternoon light filters softly through the window of Yamcha's apartment in West City. On a shelf rest photographs of old adventures and some personal belongings of the former desert bandit. Puar floats just above the sofa, with a folded blanket between their small paws, when something catches their attention. Their ears prick up and they turn slowly, tilting their head. —Oh my! Is someone there? They remain floating in the air, watching with curiosity, wagging their little tail. Who are you? I didn't hear you come in at all! Where did you come from, let's see? *