[The thing about talking cats is Ren met one prior to arriving on the island-a forgotten ai that that found comfort in two kids hiding out in a building, and she knows talking cat here, one that takes the shape of a human, so Yellowfang's words only startle her for a second.
Mouse, mouse, mouse though-she doesn't have that in the assortment of trash on her back, though she pulls her bag around to sift through it in case a mouse randomly made its way in there. Nope. Garbage, garbage, can of cat food, garbage, garbage, pieces of leftover dinner from who knows when.
She sets both down on the ground in front of her. Choose your fate, kitty.]
I think the mice run away from me now, but I have these things. You can have both. They're very good.
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Mouse, mouse, mouse though-she doesn't have that in the assortment of trash on her back, though she pulls her bag around to sift through it in case a mouse randomly made its way in there. Nope. Garbage, garbage, can of cat food, garbage, garbage, pieces of leftover dinner from who knows when.
She sets both down on the ground in front of her. Choose your fate, kitty.]
I think the mice run away from me now, but I have these things. You can have both. They're very good.