Bastet laughed at the joyful recognition and opened her arms wide to accept his embrace. "It is right of you to acknowledge where you can improve, Logan." There was a pause in her motherly advice-giving to kiss her son on the temple as she hugged him, and then leaned back to hold him at arm's length and look over how he'd grown since she'd last seen him in person.
As she looked over him, her pleased smile faded - she noticed the concern. "What worries you, my son?" she asked. Her children, while she was certain they could handle anything headed their way, should not have to worry. She wanted nothing but carefree, happy lives for them. But even pampered house cats continued to hone their skills - humans even encouraged their hunting instincts as play, whereas they trained it out of dogs. Cats were so much more superior.