
Streams of Silver was walking on one such path, following Catty's lead as she sniffed and walked ahead, seemingly interested in something or another. Usually, this meant prey– and with as many carnivorous pets and meat-loving kin as her little traveling party had amassed, that was never amiss.
She followed her muskie's lead, happy to let the animal bleed off some of her restlessness. It was easier, after all, to follow and act with instinct than it was to fall too deep into contemplation.