GOT AN ANGEL ON MY SHOULDER
But the devil always won...
Hárekr continued to gaze at the woman, his stance loose and relaxed though his inner would alert and keen to her body language. He wasn't interested in picking a fight but it never hurt to be aware. A cat? Ahhhh cats… yes he had heard of those. Boo… they were predators. He was not overly fond of the task of other predatory animals. Something about the flavor of the meat was always off. Oh well. "I can help you look. Cat! Cat thing! Where are you cat creature?" He was about to start rutting around in the snow when a squeak came from between his paws. "Aha! Cat!" The small claws stung but would not do much damage as Hárekr attempted to seize the creatures scruff with the intent of carrying him over to the strange woman and dropping the tiny thing on the woman's back.
"Monsters don't sleep under your bed, they sleep inside your head."
