"Meeeooowww," Helena called softly, crouching in front of a thick patch of bushes. Her tone carried a strange mix of gentleness and mischief.
Rustle, Rustle....
Moments later, a white, fluffy cat emerged from the bushes, its fur pristine despite its wild appearance. Helena's eyes sparkled with joy as she pulled out a small pouch, offering the feline a handful of bread and fish.
The cat, clearly accustomed to her presence, approached without hesitation, rubbing against her legs briefly before settling down to devour the food.
"Oh, how adorable~," Helena murmured, her voice dripping with affection. She crouched closer, her eyes soft as she watched the cat eat to its heart's content.
Victor, observing from the corner of a nearby wall, let out a quiet sigh. Shaking his head, he muttered to himself, 'She's been sneaking around just to feed a cat? That's why she stayed here?'
