Temeraire, today, has been fishing in the lake. Sadly, there is not much big enough there to fully satisfy him, but it will do for now. He is currently drying off at the lakeside, sprawled out very similar to a giant black cat. You know, if it looked more draconic and had an impressive set of wings and horns.

He perks up when he hears a new voice, and stills: this newcomer is very small. He should, in that case, not much all too much, and settles his head down on the ground to regard her curiously. "No, I do not think there are any other cats."