"Heh. Figured a hunter would be able to pick up my scent.."

She walked out, cracking her knuckles.. she looked weird..

Black crystals all over her body, some even giving off a rainbow glow. Yet she wasn't a Tarr, that much he could tell.

Otherwise he'd be long dead by now.

Oh but it might..

Two golden eyes look at him from the nearby bushes..

She gives ranchers keys made of hardened honey instead of bursting into slimes and a key when fed..~!

"No, this is good enough~"

She grabbed the first hen, throwing it up into the air before leaping at it and eating it in one bite..

Laughing a bit after..

"Mmm~ pretty good~"

"Yeah.. can you get me some hens, though?"

She asked, yawning and stretching..

Sitting down on the ground and rolling around a bit. She was still a cat in heart after all..~! Cats will always do cat stuff!

Funnily enough, this was how she was a lot of the time.. especially when no hens were near.

Yet her volatile nature often led to chaotic breakdowns.. violent outbursts and much more.

That was what most remembered of her. What most saw her as. An unstable beast.

"Mmmh.. thanks, rancher.."

. . .

She's gonna not bite his hand, and simply relax..
Smiling softly as she leaned into his touch.

She's a bit under 7' so..
He won't have to crouch or anything.

"Want me to give you 'nother one myself so ya can compare~?"

A soft chuckle, smirking, licking one of her swords..