She laughed at that, seemed to genuinely find it funny. “You’re not still with your folk, all young cats are like that at some point. Eager to go on their own. Discover their own life” she gestured with her paw. “He’s capable, I trained him myself. He knows what he’s doing, how to run and hide”
Despite her words, her brows creased with worry. A distant anxiety that she’d never know if he was safe or not.
“You know how Tom cats are” she added on in a joking tone. Her tail playfully hitting daylily’s shoulder.

“I’ve eaten, thank you dear, have you?” She asked, eyeing over Daylily before deciding herself. She squeezed down into the dug out nest under the roots. Retrieving the half eaten squirrel she hadn’t finished.
She laid it in front of the other’s paws.

“Eat hun, and rest. You look more exhausted then a mouse on a mountain” her tail rested over the cats back, offering her comfort. “Stay as long as you need” she leaned down, licking the back of her ears.

“This is ichorwoods, it’s been good to us. The trees provide easy escape from wolves, or the roots. We’re looking somewhere more permanent to settle until the snow passes”