After HABIT discovered the leftovers of his cats on the forest floor. He knew exactly what got in and what ate them. The Rake. Although his friend, ally of sorts. After this, he was pissed to say the least. But before doing anything he needed to calm down, these were cats he was feeling this way over. Mortal..pathetic things. As he tried to calm you suddenly walked in on him processing everything. Although trying to hide his emotions it was all very obvious in the way he was holding himself.