(Cats can be so charming; friendly one minute, vicious the next. He is a seagull that has learned his lesson and he would like nothing more than to instruct others on Arda to avoid his downfalls.

For now, he must settle with distracting a precious mother from her worries and troubles. Her tiny paws are sweet - her claws not biting into his skin (though he does not doubt they could!) - and he is only happy to offer her food.)

I shudder to imagine carrying a child in darkness. Much less two! If she asks for help, she deserves it for she has earned it in full.

(He flushes and shakes his head.) Not especially about me, Atar. Our family is a good choice. We understand strife and starving.

(He grabs a soft towel and gently lifts out the twin pups. They wiggle half-heartedly, but quickly nestle in the warmth.)