The stunning spell missed the cat, which launched itself into his leg and dug half a dozen razor-sharp claws into his trousers. Tiberius swore and kicked the thing, which yowled as it bounced against the nursery wall. He took the opportunity of it being momentarily stunned from physical trauma to send another magical spell at it, which transfigured the nearby toddler's chair into a makeshift cage which wrapped itself around the cat. The place that the thing had latched onto his leg hurt, and pinpricks of blood were already staining the inside of his pant leg, but Tiberius ignored it in favor of approaching the cat and getting a better look at it. Definitely a lynx, and therefore definitely Antigone's handiwork. What was her game? What had become of their daughter? She was the one who had come up with the plan to keep them both alive, and argued for it in the first place, so it seemed unlikely she would have intentionally harmed her, or left her alone with some wild cat for purposes unknown. She might have endangered their daughter accidentally, if she'd been focused on some other goal, but there wasn't any complicated magic or potioneering that would make sense with this wild creature, the destruction of the nursery, the befuddlement of the nurse, or the absence of their offspring.

With a scowl, Tiberius picked up the cage and stormed off to his wife's room. Upon arrival he flung the door open without knocking, and tossed the wild cat onto her bed. "What is this?" he demanded.