[Nanaki lets out a hum, his ear flicking. Right... Tifa hasn't heard much about him, at least not yet in her time. He remembers his initial hesitance to reveal anything to what were at the time a group of strangers, but now... well, Tifa is a good friend. So, lowering his tail enough to finally allow the kitten to be within pouncing reach, he keeps his eye on the kitten while he talks to Tifa.]

...no, not anymore. My father died many years ago, when I was too young to remember him. My mother died when I was a pup, so for the most part, Grandfather raised me. He taught me the ways of my kind, even if he was not the same as me. I owe much of my knowledge to him.