He feels the magical presence following him as it looms closer and darts through a gap in a barbed wire fence where the larger fae can't follow. There's iron in the fence too which makes his eyes swim for a moment, the cat darting away out of reach. He turns only when the other fae clears his throat, rubbing a paw along his whiskers as if nothing is amiss.

"I wouldn't know." Because he isn't a cat. Obviously. "Do the Unseelie send their regards?"

He hopes this isn't some pre-planned attack. Or even an unplanned attack.