WiFlor had her enjoyment as soon as she stepped out into the halls.  It was just like the Labyrinth but with so many more shiny objects and pretty images.  Now and then she'd stop to look at the more colorful of images that hung on the wall before moving on and around the corners.  Into the rooms and back out time and time again she was just having a blast exploring the territory and knowing her environment but she heard it was not to last.  Footsteps sounded and caused her to jump around another corner and wait.  She was a cat of orange brilliant as flame, stripes that created a pattern across her form that did nothing for when she desired to hide, and white pristine and clean as if devoid of the wild.<br/><br/>There was no way to hide from them after all was there?  Yet there was.  As soon as she ducked into the room, leaving the door wide open she would climb, rushing to the top of the door with a finer balance that left her waiting beyond that moment. Watching.  Seeing her prey searching for her rather the other way around.  That's when the first showed.  Atticus who of course would have to take lead as this tower was his home.  WiFlor would remain silent as the night midst the busy day only to see Cyrus reveal himself immediately after.<br/><br/>With a roar she'd pounce down upon him, bringing him to the floor as a gazelle struck dead in the instant of the hunter's grasp.  However she was gentle at the same time, seeming to laugh and purr immediately after the roar before climbing off from over the top of Cyrus.  Sitting on the ground to watch the two of them with a wide smile and flick of her tail.  She wasn't aware of what was going to happen soon.  Combat Training of the Blue Tower.  More Traveling.<br/><br/>For now she was more interested in just having her fun.  But surely it would all be fine.