Luneshale Pass --the overture--

Delight suffuses him, the childish joy of experiencing a friendly cat making him grin. Dark plans pushed to the back of his mind, he gives Toula a great grin to see little Bast has chosen her legs to rub against.

Food seems to be on their agenda. He commented idly, watching the scene with a smile tugging on his lips. With a low sweep of his leg, he lowers his chest to the earth, eyeing the cat with an expectant sort of look.

I would love to do such. I will begin planning immediately, and until such, I will see if I can find our friend here a comfortable spot to sleep. A shoulder offered, as though he were a barge.