"This wee one's Bratling, and she'll be coming home with me." Emma secured the door behind them, then crouched down to let the small kneazle sidle up to her, leaning heavily against her hip. Even as small as she was, she was larger than most cats, wiry and strong.
"Don't let them fool you," she cautioned. "They may've been kept as pets, but they're still a fierce tribe of beasties. Near took a bloke's hand off trying to get them in here. They'll be fine amongst your wild ones, I'm sure of it." She looked around, taking in the attitude of the various cats, her head cocked as she looked at them. She didn't weigh in on the subject of neutering, figuring that was a personal decision, and Luag might not want to make it until he actually met the beasts who'd be coming home with him.
She nodded at one who laid across a tree branch over head, one paw idly dangling down as he watched Luag carefully. "You've got attention, yeah?"