Cat’s tail flicked impatiently back and forth across Elle’s face. She resisted the urge to brush it away. Mud tugged at her feet, and putrid water soaked through her shoes. She ducked beneath a low hanging branch dripping with old man’s beard. It trailed over her shoulders, and evidently Cat, who dug his claws into her scalp slightly in payback. She bit her lip at the pain.
“Cat,” Elle said, trying to keep her tone calm. “Would you like to walk?”
After an indigent pause, Cat replied. “No… the view from here is much better…”