Katdancing comes in through the door, stomping the snow from her winter mocs, followed by what looks like a very wild and large cat, tawny, eyes gleaming, reflecting the firelight, mouth big enough to go around a man's arm, open with 3 inch incisors showing behind a tongue which seems to savour the scent of a meal, tail lashing back and slamming shut the door.

"Now,now, don' be raising yer sites on m'girl! This here's my lucky charm, found her when she was real little, The People tell me she's my ticket into the happy huntin' grounds. Down, darlin', they don' mean us no harm. Now, any of yew know what this sorry pelt is from? I forgot m'lion de la montagne was outside m'teepee, thought she was off huntin'. Well, she was....sorta. Looks like she got some kind of rodent, yech! If it don look like anything any of yew know or want, I'll jist throw it out back on the dung heap. There now, you ladies done dancin' and ready to join the critters, yes, Lucky gets to sleep in there, too, she helps ta keep them dawgs in line. Ya'll let me know when yer ready.