Ibani follows his gaze and smiles at the sight of the cub. The cub which is now rolling in her clothes. There is going to be SO MUCH blue fur on them, she's sure, but she can't quite make herself mind that right now.

The cub sniffs her boots, then crawls into one. The boot shakes and trembles as the cub turns around and sticks their head out the top of the boot.

Ibani covers her mouth with her hand to stifle a giggle. Surely the cub's mother should be somewhere nearby? It can't be anywhere near old enough to be out on its own...