Taro watched Katane's unorthodox fishing method with interest. He'd be tempted to try it himself, if he had waterproof feathers. As it was, he'd just end up shivering and too soaked to fly on the shore until his down finally dried, hours later. His thoughts swam back to reality as the bakeneko surfaced with a fresh catch and staked them around the fire. His guest sat back down, his jacket sucked to his skin with frigid water.<br/><br/>He listened intently to the cat's story, "So, what you want is power?" Taro chirped happily in spite of himself, "You and I have something in common, then. What do you have to do to get another tail?" His people didn't have anything like multiple tails, you were born what you were and that's how you stayed. It was puzzling, to say the least. Adding in quickly, Taro croaked, "Take off your coat. It'll never dry like that." His thoughts flashed back to the unpleasantness of wet feathers, "I'll lend you something of mine, if you're uncomfortable."