Shy shook his head. "He isn't thirsty anymore." He said glancing at Ash. "But suit yourself!" He meowed and drank the water. He flicked the moss ball away, looking at the she-cat. "Go to the meadow." He suggested. "More prey is there."
Shy stretched out in a tree branch, waiting for the she-cat. He yawn, his eyes closing. He forced them open, but tiredness made them begin to close again.