Sanshoku’s low laugh filled the air. “I think that would be more appropriate,” she replied. She hummed as she thought, coiling herself around Rambaldi again, her sides brushing against his. His scent curved around her, and she smiled coyly as they intermingled with each other. The koi Phantum seemed to glow with an inner light, from the patches in her fur to her eyes. She could tell that he was trying to hold back, and she felt something coil in her chest. ‘You’re going to be fun to catch, little bird,’ she thought to herself in amusement.

“Does a woman have to have a purpose?” she purred. She flicked her tail across his hips, her vines brushing softly against his fur. She came to sit in front of him again, looking up through her eyelashes with a look of the cat that had captured the canary. She brought her own tail up close to herself, flicking it under her own chin and drinking in their intermingled scents. The smell of the sea still clung to her fur and scale patches, and now the smell of cat and mist coated her as well. “But I guess joining a pack would be a good place to start, wouldn’t you agree?”