The ear of the great cat flicked off in one direction with a twitch, the rest of its grand head following. It looked away for a time, deeper than with any set of eyes, then back to the strange assembly they had become after warding off whatever the former foe had been. Not an answer had been offered, but even then this was in part to be expected; not everything was so well known or explained. It considered itself a relic of old, but by any standard to the world, it was recent - very, very recent. No older than mankind and its fellow demons of thought and person.

"It would change little whatever it was." The Harbinger turned upon its great paws and set off a few steps, "As I do not think we will see it again, at last not for a time."