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Walking down the stairs from the second floor to the first, she passed the other vacant rooms in order to enter Mudae's room where she heard Brutus and Scrat talking.
"No way of disagreeing with you Brutus; Avrora bothers me. However, with Lan I can assure you that he meant nothing by it. Don't think to heavily on them, alright? Take one of the empty rooms and get some sleep."
She offered quietly as she leaned against the door frame.
"Scrat, you too. I'm going to be cooking dinner soon, either of you have any specific cravings?"
Looking down at Mudae, who had curled into a ball and was now sleeping, she walked over towards the window the overlooked the lake and the woods on the other side of said body of water. Ears pointed forwards, she raised the glass and sniffed the breeze that entered the room.
" Someone is coming towards here. I don't think that they will pose a threat, but I want you soldiers on some level of alert for safety purposes."
Her tails rested on the window sill as she turned to look at the two men again. Hands naturally moving to her obi, she tightened it as she looked back at the lake.
"Smells like something foreign."

She shook her head, inwardly sighing at the questions the young mechanic posed. "I don't really know what it is, but it's not usually here. That is all I know right now."
She looked down at her kimono and realised that she had tightened her obi so much that her knife had cut through the thin material on the other side and gashed her stomach rather violently. Not caring very much, even as the red blood stained through both the grey kimono and the light blue obi, it's explosion of color slowly running down her front, she continued to talk to the two men.
"What would you like to eat? We have pretty much everything."

Nodding faintly to acknowledge his statement, she let her gaze drop to the floor as well as her head. Small sounds of exasperation leaked from her mouth as she continuously rubbed the floor, where blood had dripped off of her outfit and had begun staining the oak, using the backside of her kimono as a mop. Raising an eyebrow in sheer bewilderment directed at her side, the one from which the blood was rolling from. Honestly now, was that much blood necessary to simply alert her of a blade impaling the flesh from within which she thrived? She hardly thought so, her tails running out of parts of the hem to scrub with. The blood wouldn't stop; Drip. Her tails sprung to action. Drip. Repeating the process, her tails moved to another bit of kimono cloth. Drip. Dear kami! How much blood did that little cut wish to spout? The whole predicament was becoming ridiculous in her eyes.

Turning his head noticing Dally making his way past the door, Lan tilted his head as he heard his foot steps going down the the steps only then to hear as the tavern door closed.

Streching on the porch before stepping out into the moon light Dally, turned his head looking towards the border line of the forest only to listen to the sounds of frogs, crickets and birds as he felt like he was being watched from the shadows "hmmm?"

Why does no one ever reply? crying crying crying crying

"Manhandling! Manhandling!"

She screeched, furiously beating against the man's hands. As she did, she clicked her beak indignantly before hooting as loudly as possible. Why was this man groping her???

Making up her mind quickly, she ruffled her feather up and completely fluffed her body to it's largest size. Stretching her neck out to it's farthest extent, she turned her head 180 degrees into a vertical position and stared at him angrily.

Now, Zhenya was relatively accustomed to her friend's displays of overexaggerated disgust. Drama was her friend's best attribute aside from her voice, and she could work up an acting ploy in any situation.

However, the physical danger was one thing that the wolf would never tolerate. Swallowing her apprehension, she threw herself violently out of the bushes and cleared the distance across the sandy beach and packed dirt ground to the porch.

Raising her hackles and loosing her most viscious growl, she let the fur on her back raise and her tails poof up in her anger ruse. Her ears swiveled forwards as she bared her sharp teeth at the man.

Sensing and hearing Zhenya's approach at the same time, Katya rationalised that since her strong friend was there to protect her, she was rather free to reveal anything.

Screeching momentarily, she tensed up every muscle in her little dense body and made to turn herself to human form. She pulled her head back into it;s normal position and allowed the fog and cloud of transformation to cover her entirely.

When the fog cleared, she stood there as still as possible with the man's hands planted firmly on either side of her small waist. Her silvery blonde hair was swept back in a loose bun with several of her longest locks of hair spiraling down over her shoulders and onto her chest and back.

Her white corset ended just above where his hands lay and her white mini skirt started just below them. Not realising how close they actually were, she shifted her weight onto one leg and let the other one slide out towards him.

Her white leggings brushed up on his and she shook her head lightly, her lilac circle dangle earrings bouncing with the movement.