It's taken days to track down this particular group of black market dealers due to incompetents giving wrong or outright false information, but Yeulveren has been on longer hunts before and the dark pleasure she receives from taking them down is always worth it.
It comes as somewhat of a surprise when she finds Kanata in their grasp and she ducks out of sight to watch the scene unfold. She knows the zhenniao to be a competent fighter in his own right and an assassin besides--he can take care of himself. But she also knows that there are no perfect beings and that everyone falls sometime, wondering vaguely if this is his end--
His wings flare out, poisonous feathers spreading and bristling. The men shout to contain him, contain him, and Yeulveren can feel the telltale spark of magic singing through the air like a warning. She steps out and enters the fray without a word, but it's over before she can play with and terrorize the men properly into regretting their lives.
She still sends Kanata a smile, though. "Good job! You didn't need my help at all, did you? Sorry for interfering~"
((Captcha: "is it hot in here?" DID THAT TURN YOU ON, SERIOUSLY))