Hazeleyes' eyes focused a bit... But it seemed as if seeing in the dark came as a difficulty, but Hazeleyes shook herself from the worry. "I'm here... But I don't think I see any--" Hazeleyes sight may not be top notch in this situation, but her sense of smell was still spot on. It smelled ... Small, weak, the scent was barely floating in the air. Padding towards him, she recoiled as her nose smashed up against solid stone, "Fox dung!" she muttered under her breath, turning and feeling with her whiskers to make sure another barrier wasn't blocking her way. Seeing a clear... Or thinking she saw a clear path, she padded forward. Then, her awful night vision, well, awful in this jet black darkness, spotted a small form huddled up against the rocks. Was that a... Kit..?
Hazeleyes nearly groaned aloud as that motherly instinct returned, but she stiffled the noise and, surprising even for herself, let the feeling consume her. "Hello, my name is Hazeleyes," the Omen was talking in a gentle, soothing tone. In fact, Hazeleyes didn't think she had ever talked in this type of tone before... To anyone.
Then something struck her. Here she was, a giant fluffy Maine Coon with ragged, clumped fur. Heh, to the kit she must look like a hulking giant.... "Don't worry, I won't hurt you." she didn't want to get to close, but she waved her tail in an inviting way, as of to let the kit know she was safe.