It is a strange thing, to be asked to talk more about his cat. Teren must have had a downright awful dream. Anders nods.

"He was absolutely tougher than most. He clawed a genlock in the eye, jumped on an ogre's head to distract it so we could get to safer positions, went on so many trips into the Deep Roads with me... He was fantastic. A true little warrior." He gives her a small smile. "I've been trying to train Purrelden as his match, but there was something inherently scrappy about Pounce. Maybe it's that I got Purrelden as a kitten and he had some time on his own, or maybe it's simply personality. I've no real idea. Have you ever had a pet? Aside from Shoes over there."

He knows he gave the druffalo the wrong name. Right now he's trying to pull her out of her mood, and that may just help.