Felih is ever the doting, oblivious mama cat when it comes to his adopted murder wild cats. Having raised them all from kits, they're perfectly agreeable to the party, though they were still mischievous feline babies who wanted to get their claws and teeth into everything.

Luckily they'd all mostly outgrown the stage of chewing up shoes. "Don't worry about it- I'll tend to her just like I did with the others. Maybe I'll leave her with Alphinaud a few times just to make him get more used to them. Poor thing still jumps when my coeurls come by," he laughs.

Sasha, as she has been named, is a content little kit. She is now warm and bundled up, and Felih is using a hand to magically rummage through his pack and procure the old bottle he used to feed the others- flushing and washing it, preparing milk from a skein he has in there too. (One must always travel with some ingredients, after all.)

Sasha does seem to enjoy pawing at Pinya's face, though, little baby tiger paws bapping her nose as she gives teeny tiny tiger roars. Occasionally, she decides to just bump her forehead against Pinya's cheek.