Aristocats

The growls sounded all around her, from every alcove, nook and cranny. She was rather impressed by the sheer size of the group that had managed to assemble here, and found herself asking why. Why where they here, had then staked a claim to these ruins? What did this mean for Abaven, which lay not far from here.

She warned Noir that they needed to back up, but wasn’t surprised when he creeped forward instead. His paws where light on the earth as he moved ahead without fear, and stuck his nose where it apparently didn’t belong. She hid a smile when he got a scratch for his curiosity, knowing laughing would only annoy the younger wolf.

One of the cats darted by them after giving Noir a warning shot, and she could see Noir’s curious eyes follow it. “It’s no mountain lion, but I have a feeling these ones hunt in packs, when Mountain lions do not. I’ve never encountered one so small myself.” she admitted to Noir.

She moved forward again to stand beside him, tense and alert as the growls grew deeper. Creeping from the shadows, the cats began to show themselves. She was impressed by the array of colors as they jumped to the walls around them, forming a barrier of living flesh as more jumped to the ground and blocked their entrance into the ruins. “I don’t think they want us here… let’s start backing up nice and slow so they see we aren’t a threat” she suggested, and hoped Noir would actually listen this time. If he backed up or not, she would stick close to him, her only marginally larger size a protective shield over him. No matter what he had done, at the end of the day, Shaye would always fight for him.

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