Moonspear you were the one next to me

"Are you sure that she did not make those stories up just to mess with you?" Wraen asked quietly, keeping up the pace with her gaze still fixed at the cat several feet away. It occurred to her though that if Liffey's mom had done, what she had just suggested, then it was very likely that she was mad either way. 

"Leaving it be, would not be wise either," she told her companion, now watching, how the cat stopped and sharpened it's claws on the tree trunk. They were scary looking even from afar. "Would not one anyone run into him or become his meal. What do you say, if we take our chances and drive him out?"