His mind a bastion, closed of to all that wished to penetrate, his soul as barren as the scorched earth of the desert. The feline did only hear what was spoken, thoughts did not reach him, at least not now, not when he did not wish to hear them. He spoke though, his voice no longer sad, but emotionless, as if it all had seeped from him and flowed away from him. "It means.... fair winds." He stands up and turns around, his tail swaying one last time before he threads through the door, into the cold, unforgiving night....