The bobcat stretches up to sniff, remembering the scent from the other cuddle parties he's been at, and immediately relaxes completly; Friend J.

~He is. I am Clarien. I am the half--native one who's braids go down the back in human form. They are now the stripes upon my back. I had caried Trausio in phoenix forme once or twice.~

He makes a contented sound as he curls up again, gently butting his head against the hand; pets are permitted. As are scritches.