The small wildcat sauntered back into the cave, shaking off the snow that had coated him, several mice caught by the tail in his mouth.... he spat them out into a corner where he swallowed them happily before walking back over to the white wolf... "so miss wolfy, wolf..... you where saying that if the circumstances where different you would have eaten me.... well .... are you still ready to hold up on that, or do i have permission to lay on you again to keep you warm without the chances of being eaten?" the small cat sauntered backwards and forwards in front of the wolf, keeping just out of her reach at all time...