Sirius laid under the tree, shivering slightly in his dog form. His fur had provided some warmth, but it the late autumn air is chilly and cold. He shreddered again, and was about to roll over to sleep when paw steps sounded.
He blinks and perks up to see a large, brown cat jogging his way, a large piece of turkey dangling from it's mouth. It stopped in front of him, dropped the turkey, and sat down primly in front of him.
It paws at the turkey, then pointed towards him, as if saying: Eat.