[Espy]

Ciaran mused, "You won't ask, you say...you will when you're hungry."

Suddenly a clear voice rang out. The Abyssinian whipped around, pupils contracting to slits while he glared at yet another newcomer.

"It's none of your...." He trailed off. Well, maybe it was her business. Maybe this cat could help them out. Ciaran glanced at Quintus. He was the one more curious about it, anyways.