She doesn’t wear the outfit as a costume or any such.  She knows it gives her an vulpine appearance, at least at first glance, but the real reason she wears it is because she<span style="font-style: italic">likes</span>to.  As the sort who born and raised in town rather than out in the wilderness, she almost always has clothing on, even in the privacy of her own home.  It’s more from habit than out of a sense of modesty, though she’s not the sort who would casually bare all for anybody to see, either.<br/><br/>Monique is completely oblivious to the tigress stalking her almost silently through the branches, as her attention has turned more toward the path than the autumn colors of her surroundings.  While she knows the area reasonably well and isn’t too concerned with getting herself lost, she’d just as soon not miss a turn and wind up blundering through the woods indefinitely.  Her ears twitch at the occasional sound from overhead as Tamara brushes against the occasional twig or leaf, but such sounds are quiet enough that she thinks them caused by squirrels or the like.<br/><br/>The tigress’ throw may not have been perfectly accurate, but it was close enough to get the rat’s attention.  The bit taken from the tree flies past her muzzle close enough to graze her whiskers, and it’s then that Monique realizes that a few of the sounds she’s been hearing nearby couldn’t be caused by something so small as a random bird or such.  Rubbing the back of a gloved hand across her whiskers, she slows her pace and turns her head back to look up into the branches for whatever might have been responsible for the thrown object.