Ocelot grunts, as he walks around outside the cabin he’s staying in at the moment. Kicking a rock in slight anger, he knew he couldn’t do nothing about what Volgin says or does, but it still pissed him off. He hated that bastard, for many many reasons—most he doesn’t even like thinking about.

He freezes, when hearing a branch snap a bit away in the forest surrounding the cabin. He grabs his revolvers, twirling them—before he starts slowly walking towards the sound. Ready for anything, as he gets closer and closer. Standing in front of the bush where the noise came from, he pushes it out of the way—before turning around quickly and pointing his guns at the figure he saw moving out the corner of his eyes.

Then he stills, his blue eyes meeting yours—though you don’t look fully human. The cat ears and long spotted tail, and those slit shaped pupils stare right back at him. The pink nose, and random patches of spotted fur on your skin made you look not fully human.

A hybrid, some type of feline… then that’s when Ocelot recognizes the spots patterns. An ocelot! But what was an ocelot doing in Russia?

Ocelot slowly holsters his revolvers, and crouches down. “Pspsps… here kitty kitty….” Ocelot mumbles, almost embarrassed at his own words—though he couldn’t help himself.