"You're a cat!" Anders chuckles and grins madly while trotting in a circle around Carol. "How's that for an insult feline?" He continues to parade around her, head held high, proud of himself. "I hope you have ice nearby, because I just burned you!"
The feline couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow at the… Okay, another person, another classification. He looks like a wolf… that’s for some reason at eye level with her. What. First of all, why is he on all fours? It’s not like he’s just running, no, that’d make sense. No, he’s standing like that. What. That’s completely not odd at all, nope.
Next, what’s with his gray eyes? He should be a lot more colorful than he is. Most Avalians are colorfu–well, it’s obvious that he’s not Avalian in the slightest. Avalians don’t just stand and walk on all fours like that. He must be from somewhere else, possibly another planet? That’s the only conclusion she can come to that makes the most sense. She’s seen people from other planets come here before, so it’s not like it’s a stretch or anything.
“What’s so bad about being a cat,” she inquires, her eyebrow raised at the wolf. “Honestly, I like being a cat. Bein’ a cat is fun, y’know?” She decides to be snarky with the wolf, “Definitely better than bein’ an oversized mutt.” Lord knows if this was Milla, she wouldn’t live to see another day. Well, another day without constant tears, anyway.
