Sun Mote Copse The Naming of Cats is a difficult matter,

Fig didn't know if his gesture would help the situation at all, not even after she reacted to it. He quirked a brow as he watched her break free from her distress and zero in on his toe, waiting to see what happened next. The wait was short. The little pins in her jaws dug hard into his toe and he winced. He knew puppy teeth were crazy sharp after all the time he'd spent playing chew toy for Meerkat, but it wasn't exactly something you got used to. You just learned to control the reaction.

He let her keep her hold on him through the pain, his muzzle splitting into a smile. He wriggled his toes for her after a few seconds, partly to amuse her and partly to see if he could get her to let go. Regardless, he was pleased to see that she seemed to have moved past her upset over the birch bark. A happy baby sister was a worthy trade for personal comfort. Or toes, if it came to that.