"Oh, yeah," Clint replied, sounding surprised. "Right. They'll need somewhere soft, and somewhere safe. I don't suppose there's a box or a crate or something we can turn into a little safe room? A closet maybe?"
Mama sniffed Clint's palm and didn't lunge. The demon considered that a win. He probably smelled of sulfur, after all. "What do you think, Mama? You feel like taking a chance on us?"
One of the kittens--all black, and blinking bright blue eyes, probably drawn by the smell--stumbled between Mama dog's legs and faceplanted, mewing pitifully. "Aww, Tash--look at this little guy! He needs a hug." With lightning fast reflexes, he plucked the kitten up by the scruff of its neck and deposited it in Natasha's hands.