[Corovignh]

Oh blessed be, night had finally set in. A shiver ran along her spine to the tip of her tail, where she flicked it once in mild irritation. Blinking from underneath larger segments of rubble, she allowed her nocturnal vision to take over and started noting the directions of the streets and appearances of the buildings, the scents and rustling sounds that were within range of her predator senses. So this was Shane City. Visually it didn't seem to differ much from other cities, just that it had a larger commerce flow. But that wasn't enough to impress Cha. What she wanted was a niche to claim as hers, preferably one with a sink if a shower was too much to ask. And it wasn't as if she was poor, she just had the ability to make small change bleed. Though sitting like a lurker wouldn't help that dream become real any faster.

Curling and uncurling her tail for the last time, she got off her haunches and started to pad towards one of the alleyways where she hoped to discover food. From what her nose could tell, if she continued towards the 'central', then she would find food faster rather than later. And indeed her nose did not lie. This must be one of those rumored 'night markets' she had heard about, similar to what it was during the day, only at night it was all for the brave ones. Well, she didn't consider herself a coward, but that still didn't mean she had to interact on a furless level. Besides, she was more likely to get free treats this way.

Only problem was finding someone willing to treat. Ducking around the outskirts and weaving in-between legs, it seemed that the majority of participants were either too self-absorbed or too menacing to want to bother with a strange feline. She had better chances of someone making her into a treat than buying one for her, silver bits flashing from their hidden pockets. Her eyes narrowed. It seemed like she really would have to shed her skin for this occasion, but paused as she was about to find another shaded alleyway. Heavy footfalls and heavier breathing were heading in her direction fast and it made her fur bristle in warning. A few bounding leaps to slip under a table and she had the perfect hiding spot to avoid said feet.

The owner of the footfalls finally appeared, a boy carrying a case of something. Trailing him were even more peculiar scents, none recognizable. 'Interesting', she mused, taking in his rushed appearance and drawing her body in close as if preparing to pounce.