The cat moved from one side to another of the big carriage, anxious.
His master was late and he was hungry, but hunger didn't matter.
"One minute more, if he doesn't return in one minute, I'll go." The orange cat thought.
"Patience, little one, Viktor will be back, he's been in worst situations," the dwarf said, but Cho ignored him because he didn't like that dwarf, for the dwarf pretended that he knew his master better.
One minute passed.
The cat jumped to the window of the carriage, again.
It was dark outside, midnight and it was cold, unnaturally cold, and there was something evil in the air.
"He will be back, Cho," the dwarf, gently said, smiling at him, but the cat could sense his fear.
"Meow…" (is that true?).
"He will, my friend. Let's give you some food to make the wait mo
