Kiju's expression never wavered from one of waning tolerance as the bard spoke.  The only sign of acknowledgment she shown for his words was a quick flick of her vulpine ear that was closest to him, though whether it was a sign of agreement, irritation, or some other emotion remained largely enigmatic.  Without another word she fluidly shifted back into her large three-tailed fox form and wandered back into the depths of the forest with unhurried strides, taking her meal by the throat with her as she passed by it.