[ Stalking through the room with its strange sticks and stones, the metal clatters as her tail knocks things off the sides and pushes on through, drawn to ... rocks. Skins that prey wear on their feet, the scent strong enough for it to be recent. Gekkering in the back of her throat in curiosity, her claws click out of sync as she limps on through, head swivelling to pick up the hot breaths coming from her target.
No caw, caw comes because there is no Pack to answer (not hers), so she lowers herself quietly along one of the large vehicles and cautiously starts to pace through the alleys in between, the semi-darkness no problem with her night-vision. ]
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No caw, caw comes because there is no Pack to answer (not hers), so she lowers herself quietly along one of the large vehicles and cautiously starts to pace through the alleys in between, the semi-darkness no problem with her night-vision. ]