The Thought that Counts

The woman called her students close, once again another lesson. Identification didn't mind, she wondered what todays would bring, as ears twisted forwards listening. Intuition, a odd subject but a subject none the less. Her tail danced around behind her, enjoying the lessons that she offered and some. Fic thought that maybe one day she would be able to be like this golden molted woman before her. Some faces she realized were from other lessons she attended and others they weren't familiar.