Barrow Fields wayward

The cat was curious about the stranger, too. She stepped forward as if to offer her a similar greeting, but then stopped and offered a grating, drawn-out mewl instead. Bug-eyed and anxiously purring, it paced back toward its protector and meowed again.

"Eat," the wolf commanded the cat.

The gazed dumbly up at his face. She did not seem to understand until a paw was placed on her head and shoved gently downward. Then she saw her portion of liver and fell on it like a starving creature.