[Espy]

Ciaran plodded back slowly. The strange cat...she hadn't been willing to say much. Mysterious. But familiar. But from where...?

He had only blinked, and the ashen cat was gone, vanished into thin air like a brief sending.

Had he imagined it all?

He heard Rin's mewling, and without hesitation, stooped over, lifted the kit gently, and continued walking.

"Mean cats eat li'l kits li' you f'r dinner, you know," Ciaran muttered through a mouthful of fur, his amusement hidden behind the usual stoic mask.