Just as the events with the bunny started to give a rise to Katt's instincts, so to was meeting this woman in the flesh. Katt heard her. Smelled her. Saw her. And yet something warned her that this was something that she wanted and that she could undo these things at a moment's notice. Almost ephemerally, like a ghost. A part of her mind warned the catgirl that to pick a fight with this one was suicidal. And an even louder part said to do it, since she was going out of her way to mess with her hunt.

How? Katt hadn't the faintest idea.

"I knew it was you." Katt accused, pointing a clawed finger at the woman sitting on the stump. A blind accusation, perhaps, but one full of certainty.