[The caretaker steps into the den, only to be met with the familiar sensation of multiple pairs of slitted eyes locking onto them.]

Aithor: [grinning, his long tail lazily curling around the caretaker’s leg] “Well, well, look who’s finally back. Took you long enough. Were you trying to hide from us?”

Soren: [coiling slightly behind them, his voice a silky tease] “Oh, but they know better than that, don’t they? We always find them in the end.”

Veylan: [chuckling, resting his chin on the caretaker’s shoulder] “Mmm, and we wouldn’t have to go looking if they just stayed closer. Maybe inside for a while?”