His senses are dull with being asleep, or possibly with being a large mutant cat, but her fear is as piercing and unmistakable as a hunting horn's call. A silver bright flare of rampant panic and dismay, and he pauses with a forepaw lifted, before turning to bound towards the source with a resonant coughing growl. He laments that this is a less pleasing form to run after ungulates in, but the clubbed tentacles are a nice touch at least.

"I didn't know you had bad dreams."