Chishio just purred loudly at the petting and scratching he was receiving from Mora.  He took it as he had done the correct thing.  He wasn't a dumb cat either, he knew from watching that even if she was another predatory cat, she didn't seem to eat meat, so his masters little gift helped.  Plus, showing up the other potential mate candidate seemed to get him some congratulations.  With it all, he couldn't resist rubbing his head against her hand while purring.<br/><br/>Tygrane couldn't stifle a little chuckle from herself at the vision that Mora was making herself, specially with the juice running down the fangs.  The armor she wiped the juice off of has definitely seen better days, and she studied the leather for a bit, thinking about what she would need to repair it later on.  She had the tools on her mount to work on leather, it would just take some leather to perform the repairs to the destroyed leftovers.  If the druid of course didn't know how ti fix it on her own.<br/><br/>While these thoughts were going through her head she listened to all the talking going around the room,  and just grinned at the human rogue.<span style="color: SeaGreen">“depends on how much we like our pets, or how much they don't like who they are stealing from.”</span>she just replied to him before going silent and listened to fillet.  Any bandits wouldn't be a real threat as long as she had her bow and Chishio.  But this she didn't say because her preference for traveling was just really only that, her preference, and she could see in the dark better than any of them.<br/><br/>What did get her speaking up though was the mention of how many rooms there were for this many people, Just 1?  “oh, we are going to be packed, noone is gonna get any sleep.”  she grumbled to them, but knew it likely didn't matter, especially since they were ushered out to their room, and the fact that they were all in the one room was why she decided not to finish the bottle of wine.  She just downed her last glass and corked the bottle and stood to follow everyone to the room they would share.<br/><br/>Chishio watched As Mora began to move before hopping up from the floor and following her after only a short look back at his master.  In the room he walked around the place once easily before Mora changed back to her cat form.  The change back perked the ghost sabers ears up as his beauty of a cat was back.  He began purring again at the sight of her back as a big cat and watched her as she made her up onto the banisters.  After a moment of looking around he fpund somewhere he could use to follow.  All the wood creaked loudly as he made his leaps and then clawed his way up to to nearst banister to her.   The supports creaked under the large cat's weight before he layed down there with one of his front legs and his tail hanging off.  His eyes moved between watching Mora and his master, but mostly to watching Mora.<br/><br/>A curse slipped from her lips in Darnassan at the looks of the place, and it was probably a good thing noone else understood what she said,<span style="color: SeaGreen">“<i>'Son of a bitch'</i>, this is tiny... I bet anything that m' Kneecapper's room is lavish and could easily hold us all...”</span>Instead of watching everyone else she moved to the lone window and looked out it to the storm, wishing she could see the moon.  She instead of moving to the beds, sat down cross-legged in front of the window with her bow and a notched arrow.  A smile crept onto her face.<span style="color: SeaGreen">“Be careful with laying in the same bed as one of them.  Their hands may wander.”</span><br/><br/>Even with the Almost silent steps she used, with the armor Erma wore, it was impossible to walk silently for the Deathknight, ant Tygrane heard her as she stopped in front of the room.  The Hunter stood up and walked out the door and the room to see the woman standing there like a statue.  Closing the door behind her, Tygrane moved over to lean against the wall next to the knight.<span style="color: SeaGreen">“So, what did the 'Little-Big-Man' gnome ass want to talk about?  Though honestly I can guess.  You were the most disciplined among us, and he wants you to watch us, make sure we don't kill each other?”</span>the way she was talking, it didn't seem like the elf had been drinking a good bit of wine, and the armor hid how relaxed her muscles were.  The only thing that gave her away was the darker color to her cheeks, her blush.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>