Kienye followed along behind him complacently and silently. She gave him no further trouble and she wanted none for herself. She was bruised, battered and cut all over and she was sore and hurt everywhere. All she wanted to do was lie down and rest, let her body have a chance to recuperate.<br/><br/>But she walked with him, keeping pace and trying hard not to stumble or fall. She watched him as they walked, watched his body and his movements. She decided that, for a cat, he was very beautiful. His fur was dark black, sleek, shiny, soft and gorgeous. His claw, for all their deadliness, were small works of art, as were his fangs. She found herself drawn to him, admiring him, and she blushed a bit.<br/><br/>In town, she looked around, studying the buildings and the architecture. It had a nice feel to it, quite pretty, really.<br/><br/>Then they ran into the mutated squirrel. She gasped when she saw it, and almost stopped, making him jerk on her arm because she pulled backwards. But it stayed away from her, and him, and crossed to the other side of the street, seeming very glad to avoid them. She relaxed a bit as they got further away from it.