The cat puffs up, tail standing up like a bottlebrush, and launches herself into a nearby bush, where she peers back with enormous blue eyes at the interloper.

There's no magic at all surrounding the man, neither active nor passive - Heba, perhaps, with a power related to camouflage. Or shapeshifting. He gives Steven a kindly smile. "I'm sure she'll understand. It's good luck running into you out here. You're Tian?"