Kiris continued to pick at her food until she'd eaten a polite enough amount, but with Tim having already excused himself she made very little ado about it. She trilled a friendly 'until later,' then set off to find and rouse Shari. 

It wasn't too difficult, at least once she'd convinced the panther that win or lose it'd at least be a bit of something interesting to watch. Shari at her side, the pair of felines once again made their way across the flotilla. 

The junker, with its dummies asway in the breeze, drew their eyes before they'd even properly arrived. Once there Kiris would speak and understand just enough common to enter the contest -- and upon given her coloured arrows she silently scrutinized and inspected each one. She crouched, in fact, and inspected each arrow from end to end with not only her eyes but her fingers and nose. Shari, for her part, sniffed each of the arrows Kiris had set aside and even pushed the tip of her muzzle into the loaned quiver to consider it's smells.

Once the pair were satisfied with the arrows, Kiris inspected her bow to ensure it's function and safety. She'd once seen a bow stave splinter; she didn't care to have that happen in her own face any time soon. 

That last bit of mundanity over, Kiris turned to the other critically important aspect: the thanking of the great goddess, She who shines as the sun, She who guides each of Kiris' dreams and steps and actions. She had no care or concern for the hairless monkeys and their thoughts as she lifted both bow and borrowed arrows high over her head as if presenting them to the sun in gift. 

Feeling blessed, as Kiris rarely felt otherwise so long as she was free, she thanked the great purring goddess of her people and settled the quiver comfortably on her person. The tabaxi was finally ready, and despite taking her own sweet time she waited with a twitching tail tip for the other contestants to have made their preparations as well.