The goddess of catkind beheld the spirit that stood before her, that of a cat recently killed. Cats died all the time, and their spirits came to rest with Bast before being sent out in the bodies of other cats. But this was an unusual case.
"Killed by a wolf?" the goddess asked, surprised.
"So cruel" the cat answered. "Never to have kittens."
"If Fenrir has broken the agreement. . ." the agreement regulated the relations between canines and felines, and it limited the presence of wolves. This animal seemed like an urban stray, not someone from the areas where wolves were allowed to kill cats by the agreement.
"Tell me where you are from, little one." asked the goddess, kindly. She examined the cat's memories of a place she knew as "home" which seemed to be a human community called Glendale.
Glendale seemed oddly saturated with magic for a community in the modern time, when the humans's science and rationalism had eliminated much of the area where magic could work. The other thing it seemed oddly saturated with was caninity. Did Fenrir have some plot to take over the town in defiance of cat and human alike?
"So there's a tom who knows more?" Bast gave the little suffering being the courtesy of asking.
"Yes, he uses a human name and claims that he was once a human. He was not mutilated, but would not mate." Bast frowned. This behavior was not proper to catkind. She needed to know more about this community of Glendale.
"Farewell, little one" she bid the cat spirit. "Prepare for rebirth."
Bast prepared to make one of her rare visits to the terrestial plane.