Surveying the room and the small crowd within the simply furnished tavern, Kat smiles a small smile heads over to the fireplace with only one thing on her mind; getting dry.
However, she's careful not to let her tail escape from her long gray cloak. She didn't quite know how she'd be received in this small village, or if they'd even ever seen a cat-girl before.
Tugging at the hood of her cloak once again, she spared one more glance of the room before sitting as close to the fireplace as she dared.
As she watched the dancing flames, she was aware of movement around her. A large presence, judging from the heavy footfalls.
Footfalls that grew nearer. There was a jangle of metal and the sharp sound of a sword being drawn from its sheath.
Kat drew her tail in closer to her, tensing.
She looked up at the large warrior quickly, seeing all she needed of his scowling face. 'Uh oh. A hunter. This spells trouble. No, Kat. Don't make a move. Maybe he's just.. warming his sword near the fire? Or his chainmail?' she thought desperately, trying not to make a scene. She hoped against hope for some sort of distraction to let her dry off in peace.