Xana could be seen, as a very odd cat at times. Some times she'd seemingly sleep away whole days, and others, it would seem impossible to calm her. Indeed, when Cici arrived to the farm, Xana had been so exited, she'd chased the poor thing around the house. For Xana it was a friendly game of tag, a nice welcoming to the new arrival. Though no doubt, Cici, had not received it as such. Xana was simply impulsive. If left alone, she'd usually just sleep, until something caught her attention, as she did right now. She was sleeping on top of a small pocket, against the roof, where one might put piles of hay, food or whatever stocks that were unpractical, to have lying about the room. It was of very old design though, and farmers rarely used these pockets, now that hay was so easily purchased from the internet, but it did make for a simply lovely little space, for Xana. She lied there, curled up into a ball, when her ears suddenly peaked, picking up on the struggle below.<br/><br/>She quickly raised her head, startled. In her sleepy haze, it took her a couple of moments to realize where the sound came from. Rising to her four, she stepped towards the edge of the pocket, Xana peered down, tilting her head in curiosity. Is was that wolf again. Xana could of course not sleep a entire day away, so when nothing eventful happened, she would go out at night and attract the wolf. He was always up for a good chase, but to this day he'd not caught her. She had to wonder why he was here now, during day time. She couldn't ever recalling seeing him during the day, and certainly not in the barn.<br/><br/>Sandie seemed angered with him. Perhaps he wanted to play with Cici to? Xana still remembered the harsh lecture she'd received, about being gentler with the kitten, and perhaps the wolf was about to get the same? For now she simply sat up there, peering down, trying to understand what was going on.