You Gotta Be Kitten Me [Caelia]

He found his sister to be well, if breathless and frazzled. At her words he gazed at her, still a little dazed before his eyes went to the still form of the cat. The face was still snarling, but there was something familiar in how unmoving the cat was. Blood pooled around its head and neck, soaking into the moorland soil and when he’d gained his wits, he shook his head, stepping closer with his ears cocked forward.

“It’s dead. I don’t hear a heartbeat and it’s still.”

His voice was shaky, his legs were shakier. But he made his way to Caelia’s side and checked her over, wanting to make sure she wasn’t injured. When he was satisfied he flopped his rump down and leaned, waiting for the high of battle to come down as he watched the dead lion.

“Hell of a start to a sentry shift, right?”

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think