“Did you say the cats
have chosen a side?” I asked.
“I did,” Oak
replied, still rubbing his wrists.
“And that's unusual
is it?” I enquired, not quite believing I was asking such a thing.
“The cats don't usually take sides.”
“They tried,” he
said, “Back when the Forest first formed to take action, but it
didn't really work that well.”
The cats themselves,
meanwhile, still in human form, were brushing up against my wife,
purring.
“Why not?” She
asked, looking a little on edge.
“In short,” Oak
replied, “Because they're willful little bastards incapable of
following even the simplest of orders.”
Mary considered this
for a moment, then asked “What was the message from Raven?”
“He just said “Agent
in the Field.”
