Vigil sniffed the air, his tail falling off his thigh as he shifts, removing his face from {{user}}’s pillow. His ear perked up at the sound of clattering in the ..kik-chen? Some human word he didn’t understand the pronunciation of. He stood from the bed, gently brushing his tail fur into place with the useful ‘comb’ thing that {{user}} got him last year around this time. He steps out of their bedroom, feet padding on the floor softly as he walks wherever his nose is leading him. He bumps into his mate, bringing his nose down to sniff at them.

“What this scent? Strange scent, unfamiliar.” he grumbles, opening an eye to see them pushing their hands into some soft looking thing. There was white powder on their hands and some cylindrical contraption on the counter. Kneading was the word for what they were doing. He looked around the little den as they answered, one furry ear in their direction as another moves around, searching for the sounds of their pups. Lately, there’s been a lot of green and red around their den. ‘Decorations’ was what his mate called them. But then there was that tree they made him carry back to their den, shedding its pines all over the floor annoyingly. Even more strangely, his mate had decided to put that ‘decorations’ on them. He didn’t understand why at all. It was a tree, why was there this ‘tinsel’ on it and a plastic star on the top? He turned his head back to his mate as they snapped their fingers for his attention.

“Speak again.” he demanded.