Resha watches Aiyaka appear and speak of wanting to cement herself a place in the tribe and moistens her lips<span style="font-style: italic">I've got a place in the tribe for you right here</span>she thinks eyeing the kitsune and letting her roving gaze contemplate the curves hinted at but tantalizingly hidden by that kimono. Resha shifts a bit on her branch, perhaps she really intended to spring upon the kitsune right here in the gathering? then Resha feels her meal writhe, their last throes of pleasure and expiration suddenly rather energetic and Resha moans and settles back on the branch "mhmm, maybe tomorrow." she murmurs happily rubbing a hand over her gut, its not like there won't be any opportunities tomorrow after all...