Cats and wolves.

[flint_garou]

That? That is a cat
23 January, 2012
The moon is in the waxing New (Ragabash) Moon phase (0% full).

Slug tries not to smirk, he really does. When Mouse and Tim come towards the stairs, the Ragabash rises to his feet and takes a few steps up to make room for the both of them. "So… That was pretty interesting."

Flint follows up the stairs, taking a few of them two at a time, a half a glance over his shoulders and towards where Rowan is on the couch. A shrug is given from the cub, then, and half a laugh.

Mouse joins them, picking up her shoulder holster along the way. She can't seem to resist a glance back, but once she's far enough away, she looks at Tim, and her eyebrows rocket toward her hairline.

Tim's return expression is wide-eyed and eyebrows-raised as well. Ho-boy, it says.

Slug seems more excited and bemused than anything else, judging by the Ragabash's expression. "Val might know some cats." Slug immediately suggests, glancing between the two of them.

"Ah, Slug?" Mouse looks at him now. "This isn't as easy as dialing them up on the phone, the Bastet kind've hate our fucking guts. This is pretty much the only thing I do know about them. And us in particular, given what Kaz had to do to get the Harbor Park fetish. They're not likely to just respond to a 'hey, found your cub' call."

Flint's brows furrow at this, and he glances at Mouse, before his gaze swings over to Tim, and then back to the Walker Elder once more.

"Shit, that's right." Tim bows his head and runs a hand through his hair, front to back and back to front, making it stand up until he smooths it once more. He looks up at Mouse. "Our new guy, Djehuti, he's been around that area before. North Africa, I mean. I can ask him, ah, *discretely*, if we—our Tribe—has anyone we could contact, and get her to them without bringing up the Walk. Hand off in another state, or something. And make him swear to shut the fuck up about it."

"Well… Yeah, I know they don't like us. But we can't really do anything until we find one of the Bastet. Besides, it's not like they hate birds, do they? And Val's been everywhere." Slug scratches at the side of his head. "We're just trying to open a line of communication here."

Mouse says, dryly, "Cat. Birds. Yes, we can ask. Djehuti, Val. Um. God, is she even a native cat? I mean, that's not a species I recognize off the bat at all." She glances back toward the stairs. "Definitely not any cat from around here." Tim gets a belated nod.

"She did say her parents adopted her from Egypt," Flint points out, hands shoved all the way into his pockets. "So." The boy gets a distant, thoughtful look for a moment, before shrugging again.

Tim rubs his chin, nodding at Flint. "Yeah. Assuming she wasn't spun any bullshit—she *looks* about right for that, I mean, as a human—then probably one of those kinds. Ocelot, or something. I can hit the library, see what the wild animal books say." He squints at Mouse. "Or I guess you guys have computers and the Internet."

"That'd be a start. If you looked up, like, 'big cats'. Then you started going through Wikipedia. Couldn't take more than an hour or so to find out what she is, unless she's some kind of crazy rare cat." Slug suggests, turning his attention to the Walker Elder. "I could go do it, then send you the info when I find it."

"Yeah," Mouse says dryly, to Tim, "We have computers and the Internet." She looks over her shoulder again. "I thought ocelots had markings." To Slug's offer, she starts to reply, and then a thought seems to occur to her. "Flint? You do that. Look her up next time you go upstairs, see if you can figure out what she is." And then, to Slug, "Cub project."

"Ocelots do have markings," the boy says, hands shoving into his pockets. "Of course, Mouse-rhya." Flint tilts his head to the side, thinking. "No, not 'big' cats, those're lions. North African cats…" That's not to anyone in particular, though.

"Some kinds are black anyways—like panthers are, and there are tigers that are mostly brown." Tim looks pleased to see people with more experience in using the Internet and search engines will be doing that part. "I ah, will get on out and find my Tribesmate, see if he knows anyone who knows anything." He blows out a breath and heads towards the door. "Let Salem know I wanted to talk to him? That's like, why I came here."

"Fair enough. By the way, you should see Ishmael later. He got kinda fucked up during the Totem Quest. He ain't on death's door or anything, but his legs are all… Bad." Slug looks up towards the top of the stairs, the cub, then Mouse. "Hey, can we go to the lobby or something? I feel like I'm back in school, hiding from the teachers."

Mouse shrugs, and waves everyone the rest of the way up the stairs. She has her shoulder holster, complete with gun, dangling from one hand, no coat, and her tail is poking out behind her, a long, pinkish thing with soft grey fur. This latter fact appears to have been entirely forgotten. "I don't want to leave her alone too long."

Flint doesn't hesitate at going up into the lobby, nodding a few times at Tim's words as he does so. "Right…" Though it seems to be to the first thing the Strider said, in any case.

Once he's to the lobby, Tim makes for the door, and waves a goodbye before slipping out into the evening.

Slug stretches out when he gets to the lobby, gradually rolling up into the form of Glabro once again. The hairy man struts around the room with his hands in his pockets, walking in a lazy circle.

Mouse closes the door to the basement apartment behind her, once they're all up in the lobby. Then she promptly digs into one pocket, and retrieves her phone.

Kevin is just coming down stairs into the lobby when the procession comes out of the basement apartment. "Hey, guys," he says. "What's all the kerfuffle?"

Once in the lobby, Flint makes his way over to the couch, the abandoned reading material from the coffee table stuck into the pocket of his sweatshirt. A brow raises, and the boy looks over at Kevin, a nod given but no other answer.

Slug walks over towards the sofas and finds himself one to lay down on, back first. He grunts and lays a hand across his eyes, hiding a minor wound on his face. "I'm in a pack now." Slug half-mumbles in Kevin's direction.

"That's not the kerfuffle," Mouse adds, after Slug speaks. She takes a moment to enter something in on her phone, hit send, and then stash it away again. "We've…got a problem downstairs. Have you met Rowan yet?"

Kevin arches an eyebrow. "Rowan? Who's Rowan?" Slug gets a sharp glance, but no verbal response.

Flint pauses, halfway in formation of a thought, before shutting his mouth again and looking to Mouse.

Slug decides against explaining further, leaving it to Mouse. Should she choose to tell him.

Mouse gives both Flint and Slug a look, before hefting the shoulder holster. "Lost cub. We found her a few weeks ago. Thing is, she's not our lost cub."

Kevin gives Mouse a long steady look. "And… whose cub is she, then? And why has nobody bothered to tell me about this fairly vital piece of information?" He doesn't seem at all pleased.

"More of an uh…" Flint pauses. "Cat, Kevin-rhya?" The boy's brows furrow, and there's a glance towards the door of the basement. "We just found out about that part." The cub's gaze goes towards his feet, a shrug following the words.

Slug smirks about something, but he doesn't say anything or move the hand away from his face.

Mouse's expression twitches. "Because we just found out about it?"

Kevin raises one hand to his face and rests his head against it as if he needs some help comprehending the situation. "You found her a few weeks ago but you only just found out? And she's a … cat? What in hell's name are you all on?"

"She's definitely some sort of cat," Flint says. "And… not on anything. Really." In fact, the cub's tone is quite steady, overall, though brows raise, and he turns to Mouse to let the Elder explain further.

Slug rouses himself from his sitting position, raising an eyebrow at Kevin. "Are you trying to insinuate that we're stupid?"

Mouse says, with sudden, low temper, "If you two fight, I'm not cleaning it up." She moves away from the door and toward the coffee table, where she sets the shoulder holster. Her long tail twitches behind her as she goes.

"No," Kevin says with a curl of the lip, "more likely it's just me who's dumb. So. You have a cub, and you had her for weeks but nobody told me. And now it turns out she's not a Glass Walker but some kind of… what do you call those cat-shifters again?" He clicks his fingers in annoyance at his inability to call the name to mind.

Flint shoves his hands in his pockets now, half a glance towards the stairwell door. "Bastet?" The cub doesn't sound quite sure of his own answer, but he provides it nonetheless.

"I agree." Slug responds in a droll tone, leaning back in his seat. Slug looks at Flint when the cub speaks, hiking his unscarred eyebrow at him.

Mouse pulls her gun from the holster, and pops the clip out. Her eyebrows are drawn low, and her mouth is set in a thin line. "Bastet." Her tone is pretty flat.

Kevin's temper isn't improved any by a cub correcting his Adren mightiness, particularly when Kevin knows the cub is correct. "Yes, you would, Slug. All right. We have a bastet. Christ, I thought they were all extinct. Or is that the bears? Either way. What the hell are you planning to do with her?" That's definitely a 'you' there, not a 'we'.

Slug rises up to his feet and winces when his body shifts in a way that tugs on a hidden wound. The Glabro Gnawer meanders towards the elevator, hooking one thumb over his shoulder in Mouse's direction. "Find out what she is. That's the first step. Then we go looking for her kin."

Flint looks between Kevin, Mouse, and Slug. "I should go upstairs and get to that research," the boy says. "What type of cat she is and all." An excuse to remove himself from the lobby, really, and with a slight nod, the boy makes his way towards the stairwell.

Mouse lifts her gaze slowly from her gun, and looks at Kevin. She just looks at him. It's not quite a staredown, but it's approaching that, with needling aggravation just under the surface.

"Is she down there?" Kevin looks away from Mouse in order to jerk a thumb at the basement steps.

Slug presses the elevator's call button, and steps onboard as soon as it arrives. Unless someone sees fit to stop him, the Gnawer soon vanishes behind the sliding doors.

Mouse eases back. The agitation seems to vanish from immediate view, though there's a sense that it's only submerged. "Yes. I told her to take a nap. And to answer your question, we're working that out. To answer your other one, I've been trying to get her to shift since she firsted. Some cubs have trouble with that."

Kevin grunts. He, also, seems a little less tense without Slug's presence. "Yeah. I did. So nobody saw her shift the first time? What happened? I'd like the full story if possible, since this is the first I've heard any of this."

Mouse pulls a second clip from her pocket, and inserts that into the gun. Click, click. "There isn't a full story. It's the usual lost cub thing. Two guys jumped her. We found her in an alley, with one of them dying, and the other out of his head. Claw marks made what'd happened pretty obvious. She was naked." There's still something forced and pissy about her tone.

Kevin purses his lips. "I guess that makes sense. Is there any actual reason nobody told me? Were you keeping it a secret? Or did it just fall through the cracks?" He's obviously trying hard not to sound petulant, if not entirely successfully.

Mouse inhales slowly. "Pick one. Either we all secretly hate you and don't want you to know anything, or we've all been overwhelmed by this Bawn shit and I, in particular, have been informed by his high and might Silvertip-Mauls-the-Horned-Serpent-ness that I need to report to him in person, because Galliards aren't suitable, about anything I find out on this issue, and I'm tempted to send him a bill for the gas." She's a little rougher about checking her gun that she might usually be.

Despite himself, Kevin snorts with laughter. "All right, all right, I get it. You ought to send him an invoice, actually. Except he probably thinks invoices are of the Weaver. Or a Wyrmcomer invention. Might be fun to see his reaction though… So is there any risk involved in this matter?" He paces the lobby floor slowly, his eyes returning often to the stairs down to the basement apartment where he's been told the bastet cub is stashed away. "Are we going to have a horde of angry lions tearing our door down wanting their property back? I know nothing at all about cat-shifters. Never met one in all my time as a garou."

Mouse points out, unhelpfully, "Invoices are a Wyrmcomer invention." She's standing near the coffee table, with her shoulder holster on the table itself, and after a buzzing in her pocket, she trades her gun for her phone, setting that down as well as she checks the screen. Her tail is also out today, twitching continuously back and forth, not unlike a cat's. "She's not a lion. I don't know what she is. And I don't know any damned thing about Bastet either." She pauses. "…The problem is, now she knows about the Tenement. But. One thing at a time." Her thumb moves over the phone keys, pressing several buttons.

The door from the stairwell opens, and Kavi steps out. His manner is searching, immediately scanning the lobby until his gaze comes to rest on the theurge. "Mouse-rhya?" he says, but his voice is quiet enough it might not even carry to the others.

"Well, yes, but so is medicine and the internet and useful stuff like that. It's not all smallpox blankets," grumbles Kevin. Then he clears his throat. "Um, Mouse, you might like to adjust your clothing…" A sound distracts him, then, and he turns his head to see the subtle Kavi lurking by the stairwell door.

Mouse eyes Kevin over the top of her phone at 'smallpox blankets'. "No, but the smallpox blankets kind've tend to cancel that out." She presses a few more buttons, "Adjust clothing wh—oh." Her tail flicks. "Hey, Kavi."

Kavi gives the elder a slight nod as he approaches, and tries a tentative smile, as well. As he nears, he offers Kevin a nonverbal greeting as well, not much more than a brief look, as most of his attention returns to Mouse.

Footsteps echo in the stairwell again and the door opens again, only a little bit, and Flint slips through back into the lobby. A little breathless, as if the cub lost track of how fast he was taking the stairs down, and he pauses, glancing around and ducking a nod to all present. Headphones are shoved further down onto his neck, and abruptly the slightly tinny sound coming from them is silenced by Flint fidgeting with his iPod in his pocket as well.

Kevin gives Mouse a sharp look, as if tempted to argue the toss over the smallpox blankets, but he decides against it. "Hi, Kavi. Did you know we have a bastet in our basement? Oh, hi again, Flint. Find anything out?"

Mouse is apparently in an argumentative mood as well, because at that sharp look, she abruptly pulls her upper lip away from her teeth, just a little. Rather than say anything, she stabs a few more keys on her phone.

Kavi's eyes go a little wide at something, but it's clearly not to do with the bastet, as the reaction happens before Kevin speaks again. When the ragabash does ask his question, the galliard repeats the look of surprise, and glances to Mouse. Somehow, in all of this, he seems to have missed Flint's arrival.

"Yeah, actually," Flint says, before making his way all the way over to where the elder Garou are gathered, hands shoved in his pocket a bit, and turns to Mouse before actually speaking. "She's a serval, from all the pictures I could find. They're from Northern Africa, though not Egypt specifically."

"Well, if she's the serval, we are the masters," says Kevin, grinning at his own atrocious pun. "I wonder how the hell she ended up here."

Mouse mutters, "Thought they were smaller than that. Okay, well. If that's true, that's…that might be a bigger problem." And then Kevin gets another look at his pun, which isn't much friendlier than the last one. "She was adopted."

Kavi looks from Mouse to Flint and back, again. "Why— How—?"

Flint's gaze shifts to Kavi, flicking back to Mouse after a moment. "The internet said they're medium sized cats, or something," he says, with a shrug. Why and how are left for Mouse to explain, as the boy looks back down to his feet.

"So what are we gonna do with our serval?" Kevin repeats. "Can we even try to raise her as a garou, given how she's, like, not a wolf?"

Mouse finishes typing, and shoves her phone away. "It's 'we' now, then?" A little snappish. "We're going to do what's best for her. What that is, we'll find out. Right now, we're going to take care of her because she doesn't have any god damned idea what's going on." To Kavi, "Lost cub. Turns out, she's not our lost cub."

Kavi gives Kevin a strange look, but then gives his attention again to the elder. "Is she— Do you need anything?" He gives a brief glance toward the basement door.

Flint quiets, not even fidgeting as he stands there, with the occasional glances given to the other Garou present.

Kevin shrugs, and looks at Mouse. "Does she need anything?"

"Support," Mouse replies, as she reaches for her shoulder holster. "And don't call her 'our' serval. Her Firsting wasn't easy, this is gonna suck."

Kavi watches Mouse, gaze taking in the movement, and his brow furrows. Still, he nods, and after another glance toward the basement says. "Whatever you need. Is… Has she eaten?"

"She was sleeping when we left the basement," Flint offers, head tilted to one side, before falling quiet again.

Kevin just shrugs. "I've not even seen her."

"Not recently," Mouse says. "Since we've had her, obviously. We picked her up a while ago. In all the chaos, today's the first day I've been able to try and force her to shift again."

Kavi nods again, and his expression turns thoughtful. "I can bring some food down," he says. "But. Do you want— How much do you want her to interact with other people? I… Rina is good with cubs, and even— Even if she's not one of ours, it might be helpful?"

Kevin frowns. "I'm not sure I'd like kin to be around her, would you, Mouse? Even at new moon. Does anyone in this tribe have any actual hands-on experience, as it were, of bastet? How about Jack Salem? He's been like, everywhere."

Mouse blinks, and eyes Kevin for a moment. "…Um. Why? Kevin, she's a lost little girl, right now. I don't think she's figured out anything's wrong yet."

Kavi's brow furrows at Kevin's comments, but he keeps his thoughts to himself until after Mouse responds. "I know a little," he says, voice dropping low. "I wouldn't be far, if she needs me. But sometimes… Sometimes it's easier, alone."

"Surely that's the reason we need to be careful?" Kevin exclaims. "She's lost, she's confused. One wrong word, and for all we know she could suddenly snap, shift, and go for Rina. I know Rina's great, and really careful, but I still don't like the idea."

Mouse grunts. "That's a danger with any cub. We had to force her shift today, she doesn't strike me as someone about to fly off the handle and maul someone. We'll be careful," she emphasizes, "because we're always careful with new cubs. Incidentally, it was a fox frenzy. If…that's even relevant to Bastet. They probably have their own words."

Flint furrows his brow a little at the conversation, before the boy pulls out the iPod from his pocket, fussing with the click wheel and turning it all the way off.
Kavi tenses at Kevin's words, seen through his shoulders and jaw, but it eases some when Mouse replies, and he just gives a single nod in agreement.

"A kitten frenzy instead of a tiger frenzy perhaps," Kevin suggests. "You're the boss, Mouse. It's up to you who gets to see her. Incidentally, any chance I could sneak a peek, so I at least know what she looks like if I find her wandering around the building?"

Mouse snorts lightly. "Well, she's not going to be randomly wandering it in cat form, or at least I hope not. But we might as well check in on her and break the news. —One thing though." And here she fixes Kevin with a decidedly stern look. "Up until right now, we've been telling her we're her family. She's adopted. She was looking for her actual family. Anyone wants to be an asshole to her because she's not one of us," and here, she looks at Flint too, "I will get someone to properly crack your heads against the wall. Until we find her actual family, we're her protectors—not her keepers, not her owners, not her masters. Clear?"

Rina knocks on the door, upstairs.

Flint nods at Mouse's words. "Sounds about right," the boy acknowledges.

Kavi blanches slightly, even though the elder's words were not directed to him, but when Rina appears at the stairwell door, all of that fades. "Rina," he calls, greeting her with a bit of a smile, as well.

Kevin looks as if butter wouldn't melt in his mouth. "As if!" he protests to Mouse.

Mouse's eyes narrow. Instead of responding, she moves across to the stairs leading to the basement, opens the door, and starts down the steps. Rina might note that the Theurge's tail is uh…visible. In this form it's a long, thin, pink thing brushed with short grey fur. Quite a lot like a mouse's tail, really, but right now it's twitching sharply from side to side, a physical expression of her mood.

Rina watches her guardedly, bemusement coming to her expression. She looks to Kavi in a way that reads, "Cue me."

Flint follows towards the basement not far behind, hands in his pockets. A glance goes back to Kevin, and Kavi and Rina, before the boy starts down the stairs.

Kavi extends a hand to the kin as he moves to follow Mouse. "There's a new—. She's a cub, but. She's a cat. We don't know her parents, or anything about her. But… But Mouse found her, after she firsted, and we're taking care of her."

Kevin smiles at Rina and gives her a little wave as the party troops back down the basement stairs.

Rowan is on the couch sprawled asleep, back in homid again. She doesn't look like she's moved very much, aside from the fact she had to have moved, given that she's dressed again.

Mouse clamps down on most of the visible evidence of her temper. To those with her, it's kind've dramatic. Her expression smoothes out, her tail stops twitching, her entire posture shifts. "Hey, Rowan. You awake?" Her voice is definitely different. Softer. Quieter.

Kavi remains just to the side of the stairs, Rina at his side, and he whispers softly, filling in the rest of the details he knows.

Flint follows a few steps after Mouse, the boy glancing over at the couch.

And Kevin follows Flint, obviously curious to see the strange inhabitant of Downstairs.

Rowan must be used to sleeping lightly, as even that quiet voice directed toward her is enough to startle her awake. She snaps her head up and peers up toward the procession in the doorway, and then shoves up and stretches. "My head hurts," she comments, but it almost immediately flows into, "That was awesome, I did it!"

Mouse licks her lips. "Yeah," she agrees. "You did. So, ah. We need to talk. Because that was great, it was, and you got past your block, which is definitely awesome. But there's a problem."

Rina blinks. A number of times, giving a few staring looks to Kavi.

Kavi nods to Rina, but doesn't say much more. He looks across to the waking girl, and then backs to the kin, a question in his expression.

Flint remains silent, stepping over to the side and offering Rowan another faint smile, before his gaze flicks up to Mouse.

Rina offers the unfamiliar girl a quiet smile, the lines around her eyes betraying her age… probably thirty, at least.

Kevin gives Rowan what is evidently meant to be a disarming smile, as he circles around the couch to the far side of her from the door. The effect isn't wholly non-creepy, alas.

Rowan visibly wilts, though she's distracted a moment by Kevin, who she eyes warily for a moment. Kavi and then Rina are looked to, but then her gaze goes back to the harbringer of bad news: "What? Did I break something?"

"Bre…no." Mouse settles against the wall. "See, uh. God, this is awkward, I'm sorry. You…weren't a wolf when you changed. You…were a cat. A serval, apparently, or something close to that. Which means you're not…actually Garou. You're Bastet. That's what they're called."

Kavi releases Rina's hand, and after another brief glance to her, he starts to move across toward where the girl rests. There's a gentleness in his expression, a sad smile that he offers to Rowan as Mouse speaks.

"Means you're pretty special," Kevin adds, in a tone of voice suggesting it's a good thing, not a bad one.

Flint remains quiet, though he takes a few steps before entirely ungracefully sitting himself down crosslegged on the floor a few feet in front of the couch. Another faint smile is offered to Rowan.

"It's okay," Rina says quietly. "We're still family, I mean. You're gonna be okay."

"So I'm —what." Rowan looks deflated, now, instead of excited. Disappointed, though it's hard to say why. "Oh. So—" She looks to Kevin and then Rina, brows furrowing. "Um. Oh." Awkward on all ends, apparently.

Mouse studies her for a moment, and then continues. "We don't know much about them. Next to nothing, really. Garou and Bastet generally don't get along, and that's…mostly our fault. Ancient history, usually, but still. So it might take some time to find out where you really ought to be. Who really needs to be teaching you how to be you. I'm sorry it isn't us, Rowan. I really am. But until we find whoever they are, you'll be safe here. We'll teach you what we can."

"You're special," Kevin repeats, "and we're gonna take good care of you. I'm Kevin. Hi. I can't stay, but I'm sure I'll be seeing more of you. Yeah, like Mouse says… you're safe with us. Scuse me, guys. Later." He walks back to the basement door with a thoughtful expression.

Kavi glances back to Rina, nodding agreement with her words. "We'll help you," he says. "And help you find your true family."

Flint just watches Rowan carefully, and nods, finally, when Kavi speaks. "Yeah," the boy adds, in all teenage awkwardness of not having anything else to add.

Rowan watches Kevin leave, and, though she clearly appreciates the words, the smile she offers the garou is a little weak and sad. "It's okay," she says, and then bolsters the smile a moment later, a bit forcefully. "So, um—am I still… going to stay here, or…?"

"For now," Mouse says. "Yeah. Once we find a teacher for you, well. That's up to your teacher. I expect given the relationship between our two groups, he or she's probably going to want to take you somewhere else. And I know…I know this sucks. I'm really sorry."

Rina looks across to Mouse, then. "We'll see," she says quietly.

Rowan pauses, and looks down to steepled fingers. "You guys have been really nice to me. I don't—" Her brows pinch together, and she sighs again. "The search continues, I guess," she mutters, barely audibly. "You mind if I—go get a shower? I want to think.'

Flint just nods. "Showers're good for thinking," the boy agrees, pushing himself up to his feet again and his gaze drifting over to Kavi.

"We'll help," Kavi repeats. "We have a lot of resources." When Rina speaks, he turns to her, and moves back to her side.

Mouse nods, and gestures toward the door. "At least right now, it's not you who has to look. I've got a friend or two who might know more and be able to find someone. I'll see you in a while, alright? We can still work on the basics, and no reason to stop that training."

Rowan looks to each of the garou in turn, gaze lingering on Kavi for an instant for whatever reason, and then she gets to her feet. "Thanks," she says, to all of them, and then nods to Mouse. "Okay." And then, with a quiet mutter to excuse herself, she scoots upstairs.

Flint turns, watching Rowan for a moment as the girl leaves, before the boy looks back to his feet. "Never boring," comes the comment, but it's not specific or directed at anyone, just an observation.

Kavi watches the girl head toward the bathroom, and then looks to each of the others. He nods to Flint, just a brief acknowledgement, and then turns to Mouse. "Maybe… I could start looking for her family?" He glances to Rina, beside him. "And if… In case she gets hungry?"

Rina nods swiftly. "Yeah, I got somethin' I can warm up. She probably burned off some energy."

Mouse tilts her head at Kavi. "Do you know where to start looking?"

"If you have her name?" Kavi nods. "More would help, but. But I can start with that."

"She said she was a baby, when she was adopted," Flint muses. "I'd guess, her adoptive parents might maybe have named her?" A shrug from the cub follows.
Kavi starts toward the stairs, but then pauses at Flint's comment. "But there are records," he says. "And. Most records are digital, now." He looks to Mouse, as if checking for her approval before he goes.

Mouse nods at Kavi. "I can give you what I've got. It isn't much, but it's a start."

Rina walks with him, her brow furrowed in thought as she heads for the stairs.

Flint nods at Kavi's words, hands pushing into his pockets as the boy makes for the stairs as well.