He rumbles, almost growls at the description, refusing to comment further on his own family troubles. All he knew is that he shared the sentiment. He flicks his tail a few times and then relaxes, laying onto his side.

He makes a chuffing noise in return, every gesture making him more and more comfortable.

"Why not? All cats bite. Gotta eat, don't you?" He wonders aloud, his jaw moving along lazily with the words, thus muffling his sound.

"I've thought about it. There's a magic store in Steel Canyon I always liked, but now I'm stuck here so I can't even really explore any of it."