What a bummer! Just - she knew not in front of the megajaguar, had to play it cool. But it was genuinely really sad and disappointing. It wasn't fair, it wasn't like she had any [i]reason [/i]to think that things might have been this way, but it meant she lived in a world where people had the [i]ability [/i]to make giant geoengineering leviathans and [i]chose not to[/i] give her talking cats. Every second she was deprived of talking cats was a choice that someone had made. Nature red in tooth and claw was one thing, but if you were going to bioengineer the kitties *anyway* -

The Angel of the Harvest added a grievance to its grudge spreadsheet, stomped its foot a single time, and then was on its way. It would go to war with the kitty it had rather than the kitty it wanted, and if it followed long enough the Angel would make a habit of leaving a fresh kill behind to help build the relationship. It was something that it could offer and it did not know where it would lead. 

The problem faded back to the climb. The initial ascent of the legs was difficult, but the whole appeal of the challenge was in large part due to how hard it would be. Going away and engineering a jetpack would be a joyless solution. No, it was just going to do it raw with the information it had gathered to date. 

It had been dead for a thousand years. Time to be alive.