<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Ravi;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><strong>Name</strong>: Dormouse<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Side Street<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: <em>Cat, Hare, Anybody else who feels like eavesdropping in the vicinity.</em><br/><br/><br/>Comfort, yes, this was home, was known and familiar and with a happy sigh she melted into the arms she knew so well ignoring the dank conditions around them, ignoring the scent of blood. That too was familiar. Her shakes started again and she almost wanted to sleep so the raw panic could go away. But Kitty Cat's voice was there, coaxing her to calm down. She sounded serious about no one hurting her, eating her. Good. Hers. That was the only fact that made any sort of sense about all of this to her mind, that she had found her <em>someone</em>. <br/><br/>"Yours." Firm, even from such a meek little girl. "Staying...that's good...." she sound reassured, soothed nearly. <br/><br/>But then she was gone! Gone and the tears started all over again, the panic making her heart beat too fast and glimmering gold and gray eyes found the tall man, the ragged man standing there, saw Cat in his arms and then kneeling with focus. Confusion, hurt, she huddled further back, shoulders tensed and body language revealing just how frightened she was. Daddy? Was that his name? <br/><br/>A soft sound of skittering from behind her had her meeping and scrambling forward on hands and knees, going to right behind Cat and hiding in the slight shadow there. Her breathing came to fast and her hands had the shakes but she wrapped her arms around the other girl's waist and glanced from around her friend's hair up at the man almost demurely, frowning at the sight of little bags in his hands with tear stains still on her softly curved cheeks. "Cat..." almost petulant, but more simply afraid, needy came the tone. "Who is he?"</span></span>