Potential Minion

Vrel felt the changing of the seasons taking place, the stone beneath his paws was colder now that is was autumn. He approached the entrance to the cave that he had made his home. The wind had been with him ever since he had reached the base of the mountain, so he knew that somebody was following him. He didn’t recognize the scent, but he let them follow anyways. He had a plan on how to deal with this wolf, Vrel had never met somebody who wasn’t a wolf. The ones who weren’t wolves more often than not ended up in his belly. Vrel entered his cave confident that his plan would work, he stayed facing away from the wolf. When the wolf spoke he figured out that they had an agenda as well, he would reply with a sly voice saying “Not exactly.” He whipped around to look at the wolf, it wasn’t a wolf. Vrel was surprised but he didn’t show it, he looked at the cat with a straight face while glancing up and down the cat’s body. His plan had been to tackle the follower, but having just found out the follower was a cat threw him for a loop. He should probably say something, so he looked at the cat and said “Why did you follow me?”