Fire whickers softly and sends contented thoughts back. She doesn't mind flying friends, as long as nobody is going to swoop down like an attack. She trusts these friends though, so she's not worried about it.

J slowly approaches the bobcat, offering a hand to sniff, if he wants, and more than willing to give pets and cuddles if they're wanted. "I'm not always good with names. My first thought was Jay, but if I remember right he's a tiger, not a bobcat."