She stares at it in shock.

Maybe this feline could help her find Puck. The feline rose, arching it's back before sitting and curling it's plumes tail around it's legs.

She tries to stand, but shed hit her head really hard and felt dazed.

The grey cat continued to regard her with a disinterested look. Puck had really left her to save his own skin. How could he do this to her? She'd never make it out on her own. She'd end up as dessert for a carnivorous horse monster, torn apart by a pack of wolves, or hopelessly lost for decades, as time didn't seem to exist here.

She doesnt think of this, and slumps back down, the world seeming to spin around her.

The cat observed her as if she was a particularly interesting insect. Sure, he looked like a slightly plump housecat, but horses weren't usually meat eaters and normal trees did not have little men living inside. This feline could be sizing her up for it's next meal.

She stares dazedly at it.

He just continued to watch her with that eerie, intelligent gaze of his.

She then faints again.

Grimalkin rolls his eyes and goes to grooming himself