Cat Scat!

Where had the last few seasons gone? Nami herself wasn't quite sure. More than once she'd found herself wondering if she ought to go back home, but the thought of facing her family again brought her enough shame that she wasn't sure she could manage it even if she wanted to. Mostly she was just grappling with an ever-present sense of unease and uncertainty about her future - she had no idea where she belonged or what she should be doing with herself here in Boreas. All she knew was to follow the water and her fish, and that was why she found herself drawn to the wide river that cut nearly completely across the continent. She'd been traveling its length for quite some time now,

The scent of a stranger up ahead piqued her interest. There was another scent that made itself apparent as she drew closer though, and her pace slowed once the stranger - a child, it seemed like, and one with a coat as pretty as anything she'd ever seen - came into view. Cautious, she hurried forward, though not before she saw something out of the corner of her eye creeping through the underbrush. Crap. "I think - you're being followed by something," Nami warned her as she rushed forward within earshot, trying to get her bearings and figure out how to proceed.