When she hears the cry, Kara's ears flatten down to her skull in an instant. Springing to her feet with her sword in hand, she sprints towards the call, wondering what sort of dinner Althea could be so enthused about.<br/><br/>((<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/401001">Init</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+2</span><span style="font-weight: bold">17</span>Dunno if you want to have those of us who didn't initially find them sit out a round or two, but here is init anyway))