Jongin frowned at the boy. From his own limited experience, climbing was easy. His dad had to use a ladder to get him down, though.

“Are you stuck?”

“No!” Sharp eyes narrowed at him. Jongin’s tail tucked between his thighs a little. “I’ll come down when I feel like it. Go home.”

“You’re up really high, though.” At that, the boy looked up and around, fingers digging into the branch he sat on.

Jongin set his backpack beside the catboy’s and faced the trunk of the tree. Branches stuck out pretty low and all over, so it was a matter of navigating the tangles. He jumped a bit and hauled himself into a nearby branch with a little grunt.

“Wha-What are you doing?”

“I’m gonna … help you … down …” Jongin panted as he judged branches and limbs.