A little bird told her that there might be a group still wanting help with the Sparkbird stuff, and since Lily has been a tad lax, what with her journeying back and forth to Torchline, she scampers off to find the fishing crew. Tail high, the flame-licked cat bounds through the snow, no more than a flash of dark red amongst the white and grey of winter.
She arrives to find everyone already assembled and shifts, breathless, back to an appropriately garbed woman with a wolf fur coat to replace the cat fur. She isn’t much of a hunter either, her prey far smaller than the leopard’s - whom she flashes a grin to - but maybe there’s some fishing instinct in there somewhere.“Sorry I’m late!” the entertainer announces to the other three, “Did I miss anything?”
She arrives to find everyone already assembled and shifts, breathless, back to an appropriately garbed woman with a wolf fur coat to replace the cat fur. She isn’t much of a hunter either, her prey far smaller than the leopard’s - whom she flashes a grin to - but maybe there’s some fishing instinct in there somewhere.“Sorry I’m late!” the entertainer announces to the other three, “Did I miss anything?”
