Katrice Everlyne licked her thick, ruby lips as she sashayed out of the shadows and watched 'the boss' deal with the new prey. As a surviving street urchin from Gilneas, and as an afflicted citizen, she knew that there was benefits of being 'in the pack'. And this was just one of many.<br/><br/>Tight, formfitting black leather donned Katrice's body, or Kat as she is usually called, that showed off her amble curves. Her rather large, pert DD cup sized breasts swelling with anticipation as her thighs rubbed against each other in excitement. A bulge wasn't formed in her pants...for she was 'normal' in her human form...though, once she turned into the dreaded Worgen...let's just say, it isn't something to laugh at.<br/><br/>Kat shook her head, her black mask falling from her mouth to reveal her lips as it nestled around her neck and let her smooth, black hair curl around her pale skinned face. Her icy blue eyes narrowed at the Night Elf that strayed into their alley as she chuckled. Her hands went to the daggers at her side...eager for either a fight...or a<i>fight</i>.<br/><br/>She looked to Ash and licked her lips...a bit impatient and antsy to have the Night Elf, or to mug her...probably both. Kat never really had patience, and known for that. Though, she dared not speak up and deny the 'boss lady's pleasure in 'playing with her food', as it were.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>