Yellowfang twitched her ears back at him but kept walking. She would guide him through his kitten steps.

"No, but I have no doubt I will. This island doesn't seem to leave a flea unfound with its nonsense."

Her voice drilled venom. There were a few things she was grateful for in The Silent Forest, like easy prey and shelter but there was just so much lacking...some days she'd rather starve.

"Use your whiskers, feel the air around you. They will tell you if something is coming for your head."