It didn't seem to matter the cat, their mood, or their state, Elleth was willing to near materialize out of nowhere besides pretty much anyone. Perhaps that was dumb in the league. Actually, no. There was no perhaps, it was pretty dumb. But either out of ignorance, or love for watching other squirm, or arrogance, or friendliness, or some other random reason that was potentially even a mystery to the she cat herself, Elleth decided to basically invite herself at the side of any cat pretty indiscriminately, whether they seemed in want of company or not. She likely would have just casually strutted up and taken a seat by the devil himself, and in the league of all places it was likely she would do it one of these days. The only cat she had the sense to avoid like the plague was the Nemesis, but that clearly didn't provide much protection for the rest of her bengal spawns.

Today Daedric had managed to catch her attention, which made sense as he had already caught the attention of half the camp, and within second she was at the tom's side. "Hey, Daedric, it's been a while. Where are you going?" Had it come in any other tone one might have thought it was sarcastic mockery, but there was a a hint of genuine friendly interest interlaced with the hunter's typical smug and sleazy sounding voice.

Elleth couldn’t help but have a look of surprise flash across her features, it wasn’t quite the response the hunter had been expecting, though maybe it should have. What other reason would the tom have had to try and leave camp, other than for a walk? Though to be fair even the answer of going for of a walk would have likely elicited from her equal surprise. Still, the slight bewilderment that had marked her features disappeared in a few seconds and her expression shifted to one more of curiosity, and a hint of what seemed to be slight admiration.

She watched him quicken his pace, and she in turn brought herself to a slight prancing trot to keep in step with the tom - it wasn’t as if anyone escaped her company that easily. “I hope you have better luck than I’ve had. Fifty percent of everything I’ve caught over the last few days has been infected with whatever weird thing is going on with our prey.” She said, the slight bitterness about the situation in her voice was equally at mix with her typical good humor over the potential starvation of the entire league. Around this point in the conversation with any other cat she would have made the off comment on how the whole thing was pointless, that hunting was basically a dime toss and unless you were hungry you’d really ought to just stick to patrolling or pretending to be hunting while daydreaming (which she predicted most cats did anyways, and she was just stupid enough to be bluntly honest about it), but that normal comment didn’t really seem to apply to Daedric. Even she, however smart or dumb she really was, was intelligent enough to take notice that - unlike the rest of the group which kept busy just to keep the glares from their higher ups at bay - Daedric had more complex reasons. That alone was clearly enough to keep the she cat’s interest, considering she was still padding along at his side like a faithful puppy beside it’s master.

“Anyways, good news is that despite the fact that a good amount of everything caught is inedible, the coming winter hasn’t been slowing down the amount of prey that much. So you’ll probably be able to find something pretty easy.” It was the only real brightside to the situation, and considering that the cold planned to take that away soon, it felt important to embrace it while it lasted.

( ahhhh thank you for reminding me to do that actually <3 like got busy and i 100% forgot to add to their completed bios. i actually just updated them on the original post on the joining thread. )

Elleth continued the pace, taking some extra care to slow when he slowed and speed up when he sped up. She considered at a few points seeing if the tom wanted any help, but just as quickly as she thought about it she changed her mind. She'd lived long enough and beside a large enough variety of cats to know that most of the time others wanted to do whatever they could do by themselves for themselves without someone babying them the entire time. She figured if it had proven true in most every other place she had lived in, it was likely particularly true in the league, where pride and arrogance seemed to be a commonly shared trait. So she merely strolled along side, not bothering to help unless the tom showed interest in wanting it.


"What? You say that like you think I never shut up." Her mock gasp was full fake offense, which was then followed by a half giggle. The consideration that her own obnoxious habit of talking non-stop just to hear herself speak might pale a hint in comparison to the potential of just the tom's simple movements to scare away prey came to mind, but she mentally shrugged it off. She wasn't the one hunting, and despite the odds at least the tom was trying instead of resigning himself to failure. She respected that.

"I can be quiet long enough for you to get your claws on something, but really, any mouse who wouldn't want to just jump into our claws thank to the siren song that is my voice really isn't worth your time." She added on, nonchalance mixing with gentle sarcasm.

"Well why not?" The comment was bluntly simple, but true to her nature. "I tend to be one of those people who believes if someone thinks they can do something the probably can. Call it pointless optimism or faith in cat-kind. The problem is there's not enough cats who believe they can." She said this fully aware of something uneasingly hypocritical in her words. She tended to be a cat who didn't believe she could, but then, perhaps that was the reason she always found herself on the bad side of a self-fulfilling prophecy. Maybe that was why she was interested in this other cat, even though his situation was so pitiful. She wanted happy endings and to watch other cats become more than they ought to be, even if the very sharp reality that those cases were a dime-a-dozen was all too well known by her.

"Besides, you seem to be doing pretty great so far." She tagged on.

Elleth opened her mouth to say something, but before she could she noticed the other tom had already dropped into a hunter's crouch. Instead, she gave a small nod, and gave Daedric some distance, mentally preparing herself in case the hunt didn't go well and she had to throw herself into action, but not acting too preemptively either. Rather, she moved herself a bit to the side, giving herself a better view of both the tom and the rabbit, then crouched a bit to hide herself out of eyesight of the prey.