The brute wouldn't be wrong to say that eyes were on him. He knew he shouldn't be in the trees, but he was hunting to fill his own belly, and to oversee the state of damage done to the swamp. His eyes caught on the frame of a canine down below and a silent growl rippled through him. Gods help him if it was another fox!

Slowly the Luminary wound his way to the tree trunk and crept down it, touching down on the swamp floor with a short jump and the sound of air rushing out of his lungs. Correcting himself, the tom cat approached, fixing Oak with a critical look from under a bush. Alright, not a fox, that was better than nothing. Licking his lips, the mute tom stepped out from his hiding place and circled around to a spot where Oak hopefully wouldn't startle upon seeing him. Hesitantly, the tom attempted to reach out to Oak's mind, to pass along the impression of 'Hello.' If he couldn't connect to him, then he would simply sit down on a fallen tree in front of him, claws out to anchor himself on the water logged bark and wood.