The cat thinks this over, still not moving. Still forgetting to move. Permissible, it decides. But I will not be so lenient if you make another attempt to interfere with...

What is the word? Even in their heads these creatures require words, and the cat lashes its tail in frustration as it grasps for the knowledge of how to express what it means. The concept is as familiar as anything can be, but the word --

Ah, that's right. It is a little word, difficult for its insufficiency. With the Rift, it concludes.