The she-cat whipped around to face Soft'Willow, trying to calm the rippling affect it had on her hackles to see that the other had kept up so easily. She must know these woods... how can I trust you, why do you care?
She asked with clear hesitation. Daylily's stout tail lashed around behind her as she tried to look intimidating. I've survived well enough on my own...
Her expression changed to that of grief, or sorrow- I don't know what to do anymore-
She was fast to give up the strong demeanor, I'm not used to being alone for this long and the amount of times I've been almost hurt or killed out here, I don't think any cat should be alone. There are predators I never knew existed!
She meowed in disbelief.