It wasn't the shape, which was very much like that of a large, domestic cat, but instead of fur, it was covered in iridescent scales, glittering in a shaft of sunlight as it sat on the tree branch, staring at down at us.
@MarkV847771 Feelings of deja vu enter both our thoughts, which was strengthened when this otherworldly creature slowly formed a facial expression enhanced by the sunlight and scales, an unmistakable smile.
At that precise moment, the "cat" ( for what else can we call it at this time?), leaped from it's safe vantage point in the tree, to a multi-colored shrub, landing perfectly ( as cat like creatures do ) at Alice's eye level.
"Tornado, rabbit hole, wardrobe in the woods...however the wormhole manifests itself, we're the only ones who can close it." said Alice, absently rubbing the long scar ending where her right pinkie used to be.
Both Alice and Dorothy, intentionally stopped in their tracks, to take a slow deep inhale, and even slower exhale to calm and center themselves before the next weird encounter; because they knew, . . . survival only happen if they were at the top of their game.