Danica heard a shout from outside and shoved Deserae off of her leg, and began prodding the woman back into her cage. Deserae knew what the prodding was and with her head low obediently entered her cage and laid down, watching as her mistress locked the cage, closed the door to the pet room and listened as the foot falls fade until she couldn't hear them any longer.<br/><br/>Walking out onto the front porch, ignoring the men in the house, Danica smiled viciously at the police officer.<strong>What did you nab her for? Indecent exposure?</strong>Danica said mischievously. For today, Danica was wearing tight blue jeans and a simple white shirt; it certainly was one of her more normal outfits and actually made her look like she fit in here on the farm, except for her medium length hair which still looked out of place. On her left hip attached to the belt was her dagger, sheathed, plain to see.