Overture Downs Cassiopeia

By the time Wren found Esma, she had spent a considerable time alone coming up with a story about a cat rebellion that had ended up in a defeat and all the mutineers had been buried in the ground with only their tails sticking out. A horrible state for any animal and especially for cats, who thrived best in high spaces and not underground. Esma had also attempted to pluck one and have a chew on it, ending up with a mouth full of fluff and her spending time clearing her palate and tongue from the stuff. 

She turned around to face the adult and she crouched in a submissive manner, averting her gaze and wagging her tail just a little bit, so that the woman would know that she meant no harm and knew her place in the ranks. Then she approached the lady gingerly and sat down, looked up at her expectantly, as if waiting for a permission to talk or a task to be required. When that did not happen, she furrowed her brow and bit her lip, trying to figure out, what to do about the protocol now? 

"You want to go hunting?" she asked eventually, her green gaze meeting Wren's for a second and then she turned her eyes away.