Bast was half lying on the ground, idly picking the last strands of meat from the chicken carcass and practising her newfound dexterity by flicking them up in the air and catching them in her mouth. She paused as three people walked by her and a familar scent caught her. Eats-with-snake? Ah, the one with the sunglasses must be the kitten's...well, not human, but something else. Ah, well, curiosity killed the cat...

She rose to walk beside the black-haired male (the silmilarity in fur colour amused her; she idly wondered if he had yellow eyes too) and tapped him on the shoulder. //Excuse me, but you wouldn't happened to be the keeper of a black kitten with one white forepaw?//