They watched the elder version of Lula with darker hair casually stroll to the nearby chair in the sitting area of the office and sit down gracefully. Her movements looked more like a predator than the everyday cats that they were usually surrounded by; she was used to moving quietly; used to the hunt that so many of their kind did not know to do anymore.
She watched them with a raised eyebrow and when she was sure that none of them were about to move, she finally spoke up: “You might as well sit down; this could take a while and you need to know this before we head out to find my daughter. I want nothing to stop us from bringing her home safely to my grandson.”
Finn was the first to move towards the couch. He wanted anything and everything that could better their chances at gettin
