Hushed Willows Could've been the wine

It would be Me, Virtute, Caw, Orlaith, Eleu, I think.

Kincaid was, in part, glad for the back-up, but sure that even if the cat hadn't come looking for a fight, it would now begin acting defensively at any moment. Thus, he kept in stride with Eleuthera even as she pushed out in front of him. He had nothing to say to a mountain lion — he was sure the cat knew all that they could possibly say to it already, and had chosen to come into the willows anyway.

Instead, he bristled silently, fearfully beside Eleuthera, body tense and ready to hip-check her out of the way if the cat were to lunge. With any luck, the others would act quickly enough to keep him from being killed for her wild heart.