The helmeted head with its twining horns tilted just so to one side. "If it's a fight you want, I would not recommend it. You would be instantly obliterated." His tone was lacking in any sort of boast to make it any inch of funny. Instead it sounded like simple fact.

Still, there was no point in hanging onto a squirmy feline. Felwinter deposited the cat onto the fluffy white snow. The edge of the book caught his eye before he straightened up again, and he reached over to pick it up. "Yours?" What was a cat doing with a book anyway? He supposed if it could talk then it could probably read as well, but his question still stood.