/noo this is fine!

The feline is making her way through the underbrush in search of herbs when suddenly she hears a familiar voice. 'Fucking- owl.'. She pauses, blinks, then changes her direction to move towards the noise. When she enters the clearing, she bites off on a laugh to the point that it sounds more like a sneeze. His face (well, his eyes more like it) and the mess on the ground says it all. Elon hadn't exactly considered that there could be negatives to being a hybrid though it's common sense in a way. Even dog breeds have various issues so of course putting two separate species as far off as a bird and feline would be messy too. Her superstitious side even suggests they could war with one another and that may even be true, genetically. Anyway, she's grateful she caught his words rather than the hacking. Elon can't imagine having to hock these when she has felt the horrors of hairballs alone, like coughing up wet tangled cotton. Considering her previous form as a human makes it ten times more alien, but maybe it's better than vomiting what could be confused for rocks. All this in mind and Elon still just reaches over and lifts a pellet up like it's nothing. [b]"Ooo, mind if I take one or two of these?" Yeah, they're gross but also useful. At one time she would hunt the woodland floor for these because they're good for spe- "For herbal remedies. Sounds gross, I know."

Elon puts it back down and wipes her paw in the grass before her attention shifts to the rat he's been mean mugging. "I would gladly take that off of your hands too." Hands... Should she have said talons? Some of the nuiances of these conversations are still lost on her. Before he agrees or disagrees, she moves forward and puts her claws along the rodent's tail just to see his reaction, tapping her claws along it like a two-leg woman would her nails in waiting. Now that's she's closer (hopefully not too close, but she isn't exactly measuring currently) she looks up at him and takes the opportunity to examine again, but with discretion. "Don't take this the wrong way, but what are you exactly? A griffin?" But aren't those lionsized or similar? Her head tilts in slight confusion before she plops down here and there. Jealosy simmers below once more regardless. The feline would take pellets any day rather than feel so powerless. Earlier a wolf was on their border with blood smeared on him and inside she could practically feel her bones shake- she's so terrified of dying again. "Either way, seems pree-ttee neat to me." Judging by this experience, he may disagree.