Shiloh nods at that, shrugging and closing the door behind her.  "She is lovely, Sigmund.  I'll grant that a hundred times over."  Pacing slowly, shrugs her cloak from her shoulders and hangs it by the door, or across a convenient chair.  "No, no more hunting tonight.  The trails are too cold."  With a soft sigh, she approaches where the two sit and answers Kachina, studying their forms with no hint of shame.  "First informant's useless, but who's to say there won't be more somewhere...  And anyway, it's late."<br/><br/>She looks the two of them over curiously, notes the fresh pink at abraised skin, the glisten of lingering moisture on ungirded sexes.  "We have time to play a game, I suppose.  Any preference?"