The striped feline huffed at her, his relaxed appearance not convincing her that there was no danger - not that it mattered anyway. He did speak though, intimating that he didn't speak her language. A disappointment - it seemed no creature in these lands was versed in the ancient and beautiful tongue. "Thought not, no one else here seems to either," she said, making a face. Pleasantries over, she couldn't help but needle the shorter, stockier cat. "Besides, I've never seen anything like you back home so I guess I can't expect you to be cultured. So what are you, then, Stripes? Some sort of... maneless lion?" He'd have to be a maneless species, because he was clearly a he and clearly not a cub. She tilted her head to the side curiously, and grinned a smug cat grin. "Maybe your daddy was a zebra?"
