She wasn't sure why but she had a gut feeling something bad was going to happen.  The concept of his research driving him so hard interested Wiflor as she watched him running for book after book after book.  Yet no matter how many books he went after he didn't seem satisfied.  After a few hours she'd become bored, laying down on the ground with the library long since abandoned by the assistants and maids with Wiflor and the rumors about her all running.  Laying there she'd roll onto her side with a mur, and then to her other side with a grunt only seconds after, then back to the first side with an all too well timed hmph.  In the end she felt 'needy' but was doing all too well at keeping herself under control until at long last she stood back up with a long stretch of her arms.<br/><br/>If she kept laying around she was going to die of boredom!  Dropping her arms her ears would drop and she'd watch the piles of books that were gathered.  Silently she'd just stand there, staring at the books in the distance.  Not even seeming to breath she'd continue to do so for a minute, and at the last of those seconds she'd be gone.  Her presence so difficult to keep track of at that moment, her silence almost absolute, the cat would go back out on the prowl.  Taking leave of the library she'd notice the group gathered, only for them to scatter at her presence, rumors seeming to always keep people on their toes.<br/><br/>In silence she'd make her way through the halls and down the many steps, across a few rooms only to happen across something strange.  The room seemed abandoned with her presence known and left behind was a pristine silver dome that interested her.  Lifting it she'd see a well prepared dinner of diced elk steak, two hard boiled eggs in their own egg cups, and a side of vegetables steamed and buttered.  Feeling an urge she'd lean forward, quickly eating the diced elk steak, her fur shedding over the vegetables.  However, curious she'd bite into one of the eggs, chewing it and tasting that it was....Nasty.  Spitting it out on the other egg she'd put the silver dome back over the meal, walking off for the next thing of interest and ultimately leaving Atticus' served meal all but ruined with the layers of fur and returned bite of egg and with no one the wiser about what had happened and likely none thinking to check as surely no one would touch Atticus' meal?<br/><br/>Roaming the halls again she'd be out on her way to the entrance and without any word slip out and into the town that surrounded Atticus tower.  She felt her curiousity rise again and more so now that she wasn't having to work as hard at controling her base instinct and desire.  That very curiousity drove her and fast to press on and towards the city streets, watching the many people.  A few heard of the assistants and maids' tales but Atticus surely wouldn't let some feral creature into their home.  Others became a bit accustomed to her presence just through stories and her having been out in the street a few times in plain sight.  The remainder tended to be more of awe or of horror at her presence with a few guards taking to the scene just to be certain.<br/><br/>Yet until she acted negatively how could they act?  She was human like in nature surely so they had to hold some code of conduct as all did with other races, most unable to tell if she were not just some mere beast.  Her presence helped with causing a bit of a stir however ultimately even as she went about a small row of stalls to look at the products on sale.  She still remembered paying some attention to how they traded with one another.  It made her kind of sad to have nothing she could trade to get some of the shiny objects that were on sale, completely unaware of the value of their gains and of course completely unwilling to part with her jewel encrusted collar of gold.<br/><br/>Standing at one of the stalls she'd stop and look at some of the furs laid out, quirking an ear at the sight of them and daring to reach out and trace her fingers across a skinned fox tail strip.  It was a bit discomforting to think of how humans had to take the furs of others to survive, yet she also understood since it wasn't their fault they were born naked.  The wary stall owner did keep his eye on her, but it would not be him to act.  Instead she'd be tackled down to the ground by another.  A small boy.<br/><br/>"Leave my dad alone!"<br/><br/>Oh how he yelled, thinking that her lingering at the stall meant she had interest in his father, the all too quick child on top of her and doing his best to hold her arms down.  She realized the kid was trying to hurt her for some unknown reason but she also realized it was just some kid.  Staring at him she'd watch and quickly break his resolve as the scene became a bit more chaotic, eyes turning and a few guards gathering at the distance.  The stories of Wiflor's strength however outside of town kept each of them at bay, and left too many shivering at their knees to think to even help a child.  Not that the kid would be in any danger.<br/><br/>Seeing the fight quickly leave the kid it was obvious the boy was doing all in his power to keep her arms down and make sure she couldn't fight.  But Wiflor ate and could of easily broke out from such a feeble grip.  Instead she'd let him, smiling a sharp toothed grin before licking the boy's face.  Some thought Wiflor was tasting him but many recognized that animals showed affection in such ways, and even the boy who was questioning at first the reason behind the lick came to realize after a handfull of seconds on why she did that.  He would let Wiflor go by his own choice, rise to his feet, and took a step away silently as she sat up with a wave of her tail.<br/><br/>The kid had to have been scared of something and Wiflor didn't think it right to push about what he had done.  That's when she smelled it.  The shop owner and the kid had a similar scent, and realizing that she wondered if the boy thought she was going to hurt his father.  Quirking her ear she'd drop her grin to a kind smile, reaching forward and pulling the boy into a light hug with a soft purr.  Again the people showed concern yet there was no pain to be had, and after the embrace she'd set what was now a blushing child to his feet again, get back on her own, and keep walking on to the next stall.<br/><br/>Rumors could fly all they want.  They could make her out to be a monster, or a saint.  They could distort or even perverse the truth yet in the end one thing was true.  No matter what rumors flew, and no matter what stories got shared of her acts?  She'd always be herself, though it helped she didn't know what the rumors said... The guards following at distance of Wiflor would let up after the scene, many of them going about their distance and a few hard heads still thinking to keep on her tail to be certain.<br/><br/>She didn't pay them mind though the guards became obvious to her at that point, and after having traveled with Cyrus and Atticus she was more then well aware what they wielded by their side in the scabbards.  Blades, weapons of destruction purposed to the removal of another's life energy by the traditional methods of killing.  She did note that the sun was almost completely gone by that point however and that many of the stalls were beginning to close.  Major shop owners were taking the time to take some of their stock back indoors or even to unload from a larger delivery via wagons.  Wiflor's day would not end as she heard something of the distance.  A cry of pain.<br/><br/>Her ears would twitch at the sound and in an instant she'd be off, a hop away she'd practically rip through the air to high ground and to the top of a roof, jumping off it and to another side and into the alley which was needless to say good enough to lose the guards tailing her.  Darting through it she'd be halfway across town before coming to the source, seeing an elder on the ground with a dropped wooden box laying off to the side, what could only be perhaps an adult son of the man by what she could smell.  Their words proved such facts but they ultimately escaped her.  The scene of the two was accompanied by a large stack of small crates similar to the one the old man dropped.<br/><br/>"Dad, you're pushing yourself too hard.  I can take care of this myself..."<br/><br/>"Bah!  I can...I just need a breather..."<br/><br/>"Right...Lets get you to bed so you can have your breather..."<br/><br/>Wiflor watched as the man took up the box in one arm and helped the elder up in the other, the old man's groaning signalling a great deal of pain before they went inside.  Looking through a rather large window she'd watch as the possible son placed the box down and helped the man upstairs.  Putting two and two together she realized that the crates needed to be put with the smaller one, and noting that they were gone she'd figure why not.  As the two made it to the top of the stairs she'd act in silence, quickly rushing to take five of the boxes on one another and quickly snuck them inside next to the one the son put down.  Immediately after she'd rush back out, grab five more and place them next to the last five, giving only just enough time for the son to have gotten his father to bed.<br/><br/>By the time she was through with twenty of them she'd see only one crate left, picking it up and wondering if all was well.  With it under arm she'd jump up, landing on the rim of the second story window and looking inside to see the two there at the bed.  Quirking an ear she tried to understand what was being said only to have her vivid coloration catch the adult man's eye.  As he looked up all she could hear was him yelling, likely thinking her a thief with the crate of their delivery left under her arm.  Unsure why he was yelling she'd hop off as he started rushing for the stairs, hurrying along inside as he made his way down, and setting the last crate on the top of the others as he came to the main room and stopped.<br/><br/>Wiflor would be still as a statue as he was dumbstruck by all the crates being inside.  Staring at him she'd frown some, taking a few steps back before running out of the door and rushing to get out of there.  She didn't know why he was angry and his weird shocked appearance didn't settle well with her.  She could even hear him yelling at her when she kept running.  The loud words Thank You ringing down the street.  Did she do wrong to deserve getting yelled at?<br/><br/>Not really getting it she'd keep running, making for Atticus' tower and not going for the primary entrance.  Instead she'd start scaling straight up the wall with some skill, hurrying to the highest window and dropping into Atticus' study, rolling a bit along the ground and then darting for his door and back out into the halls.  Probably a bit random for him but what was left to be said?  She was yelled at and didn't want to be in trouble!  Hurrying to one of the guest rooms she'd hide under the bed and watch from below it, unsure if she'd get yelled at more or not, unaware Cyrus and Atticus still had to focus on their research which came to last till morning.<br/><br/>A few hours under the bed and her concern was gone as she simply fell to sleep, unaware of their 'strategies' and their attempts to perform a feat others did not think to dare try.