Does your mumma know that you're out?

If she'd had the sense and foresight, she could have marked her trail, but there was no point getting upset about it now, especially when it seemed she suddenly wasn't alone. The voice that calls to her holds no familiarity and it is fortunate that she hasn't heard tales of the creatures that call from the wild places in the night, otherwise, she might have been a little less inclined to turn, oversized feline ears flicking atop her head. The fog and the cover of night, clouds shifting to cover the moon and reveal it again do little to assist her in making out the shape of her unplanned companion. When coupled with his dappled coat of greens and browns (like Gil, but muddier, she thought to herself when her eyes finally found him), it was a challenge to really make much out of him in the dark, except that he is large, he might even be a little larger than her.

She parted her lips as if to answer and then closed them again, a deadpan expression offered while she calculated whether or not the boy was worth a response. Travelling through this terrain under these conditions sure would be a lot easier with company, but did she have the stomach for it with everything else that was going on? She blinked slowly, her shoulders dropping millimetres in defeat. Or, at least it might seem that way to anyone else.

If she wasn't mistaken, she should be close to the witch's hollow...

Her eyes narrowed marginally, and she allowed her breath to pass her lips in an almost silent “heh,” Not quite a laugh but betrayed by the ghost of a grin pulling at the corner of her lips that could very well be lost in the darkness of her muzzle and the late night shadows. “You think? Have you even been here yourself before? There's a witch that lives in these woods, haven't you heard?” Her own eyes had taken on mischievous glint too.

“Speech.”