Ireane nodded, wasting no time in slinking back into the shadows. Her skin didn't return to its previous state, but if felt slightly smoother. Her spirits lifted at the prospect of a hunt. She'd like to think she was more refined than her kin, but some instincts are universal. She sniffed the air around her for traces of rain, but found none.

Good, nothing ruins a hunt like a heavy hide... She hastened her step and let her cloak flutter around her in the rising wind. As the sun had kissed the horizon goodbye, and had left the world for the day, less and less people had been moving over the sidewalks, leaving her some room to act out. Had people come too close they might have heard a slight purring that moved in sync with her springy footsteps, and when she came closer to the edge of town her whiskers started to show. As soon as she got to the edge of the forest, she transformed, leaping into the bushes with a growl.

(Will be added later)