It's rather a makeshift campsite but she is being considerate. Perhaps she is just someone who likes cats. He approaches the plate of fish, sniffing at one of the pieces with the utmost delicacy. It's with equal caution that he then bites into the piece of fish, chews, and swallows. It's delicious. And not poisoned.

He looks up at the girl leaning by the tree.

"And what does your coat look like?" he asks.

He's fairly certain she's a feline, but what kind he cannot tell.