Nepeta hadn't moved from where she was, crouched over the body of a dead deer. Or at the very least that's what it most resembled--like so many other creatures here it seemed the war and pollution had had its effect on it.

When Isaac appeared she considered him a moment before relaxing. How odd, did he not have a pack? Her ears and nose gave no hint of other barkbeasts nearby, but she should keep on her toes just in case. She fell back on her haunches and then pushed what remained of the carcass towards him with her nose. It was too much for her alone and she had had her fill. Nepeta hated for anything to go to waste.