Yiazmat's eyes slid to the direction of the voice, glowing in the low light. The teen squinted at the creature, confusion on his face.

"That's no way to talk about a cat, it's just looking for a home."

He pulled his hand away from the cat and, still crouching, turned so that he was facing Belias, eyes still narrowed. It was clear he was unsure of what he was looking at.

"You're not really a sheep. I'm not sure what you are, but you're one to talk about beasts."

Yiazmat was carefully examining Belias, trying to figure him out. Belias was very vaguely familiar, but Yiazmat could not for the life of him place the creature.