Sultry Sorries

As always, Kaino was out patrolling. She took this duty quite seriously. Periodically the amaranthine fae would stop, piss here or there to let others know that this place was claimed. In addition, Kaino left huge scrapes across various trees with the retractable claws in her paws. Even if someone was scent-blind, they wouldn't be able to miss the claw marks.

Moving along at a decent lope, a form up ahead came into view. A dark blob at first, but, as they drew nearer, the blob turned into Cifarelli. Kaino's hackles instantly rose, fur bristling. She was still upset with him for abandoning his kin. There weren't many crimes worse than that in Saxe culture and he, the brother of the Sultan, had disappeared. MIA. A disgrace...

Kaino's lope slowed as they neared one another and the Emira gave a curt nod to her underling. "Cifa," she greeted simply. Would he have anything to say to her?

"Speech"