"She's, uh, a cat," Ezra admits, a little sheepishly. "White loth cat." He makes a gesture to demonstrate the size, which is a little bigger than most house cats, but not by much.

He shakes his head. "It makes sense. There was a cat like that back on my homeworld that turned up a few times, when I needed to be pointed in the right direction."

Then he glances around. "Introduce me to the rest of the grove? And what's your Omen?"