Amos was scouting cautiously through the fog, using the jabberjays occasionally. As he did, he did not hear either Kat or the nekomata. Instead one of the jays screamed a warning and Kat plowed headlong into Amos, sending them both to the stone floor with a bruising force. Amos let out a startled yell and scrabbled for his knife, all the better to stab whatever had just run him down before it decided to eat him.

Or, if it was friendly, to stab whatever was chasing it.