Dimittrii glanced to his left, catching the swish of a grey tail. He tilted his head up, searching for it's owner, when he found it - her to be precise - his ears perked. She was watching him from the tree above him. The tom got to his feet, walking slowly towards the base of the tree. He stood on his hind legs, like a weasel would, trying to get a better view of the she-cat, "Hello there..." He called to her.