Rustle, rustle. Not finding anything interesting, he fumbles around in there then trots back out, giving Randel a vaguely dissatisfied mew. Nothing in there of interest though he is curious where Randel found a pack to begin with. A mystery to solve at a later date he supposes.

The kitten leans up to bite down on the opening of the pack, dragging down to simulate the movement of closing it. He's done. Thank you.