Being released from captivity was always a reward. To be released from the leash, let loose, even to hunt! It was the highest of rewards, and Calixte relished in it. It was late - or early, depending on who you were talking to. But she didn't care. There were still people mulling about, and the lower body count helped keep all of the scents in check.

It made hunting targets easier.

Yet that's not what the redheaded vixen was up to right now. Oh no, freedom was within her grasp and she was going to enjoy it for at least a while. A bar, a club, hell someone out and about! She would take what she could get right now!

There was that saying about all work and no play, after all...