we'll all be well tonight

Caracal ears flicked atop the leaders head, the scramble of toes across stone and hardwood deeper in the building at least giving her a direction to go on. It seemed her kite had eyes on the upper levels of the building and he let loose a hunting call somewhere over head. It would seem he had spotted some movement through one of the windows. Modesty made up her mind then to move deeper into the building, not bothering to be quiet as she quickly moved from one room to another. Gods above it was musty in here, and the smell interfered with her ability to track but there were only so many rooms on the lower floor.

Finally she reached the staircase and made her way upstairs, skipping steps on the way. She hoped to catch the intruder off guard, to tackle and pin them beneath her and figure out just what they were skulking around her island for... if she managed to catch up to them.

“Speech.”