He shrugged at the thought of dogs and moved closer to let her get the spot under his chin. He just spent a week as a fox, and the last dog he met, he slashed across the nose. He wasn't a scaredy cat after all.

"Of course I can talk. I'm a talker. We talk." And never shut up, if you asked Luna. Course, Luna had a really good cat throwing arm.

"The most important question, of course." He gave her a full on look. "Why haven't you fed me yet?" Remember the part where he is a cat? This would be that,.

"And yeah, I can give you the rundown while we eat. Or while we go fishing." He enjoyed fishing. BEcause fishing was how you got FISH!