The girl saw him. She seemed scared, or maybe just shy, but she wasn't running away. The man slowly began to relax and ease down out of the tree. One furry paw-like foot came down and gingerly felt the ground beneath him before the rest followed. The stood in a sheepish manner, unsure of himself and obviously so.
"I'm Yoska," He said, not quite looking her in the eye. "I'm...sort of new." He'd been there a couple days, but he had yet to actually step foot inside the house. Or talk to anyone. 

Yoska lifted a hairy hand to scratch the back of his head. "Sorry...If I scared you. I...will not mean to." His English wasn't really the best.