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Rowan's attention turned completely to the shorter fellow now at her cart, especially on his hands picking through the odds and ends she gathered on her wanderings. She was subtle about it, and only showed a quick flash of her golden eyes flickered between his pointed face and the slender hands from time to time. She kept her cool and didn't flare up again with her more animal characteristics.

Her voice, when she spoke again, sounded pretty much like the other humans in the plaza, with only the tiniest touch of a rougher, wilder edge that only came from her werecat heritage. "You'd be surprised what these folks can get into," the tall redhead responded to his comment just as lightly as he made it.

Rowan bent her head to meet the young man's bright green eyes. He was a foot shorter than her or maybe more, but that difference wasn't as prominent as with the human kits. Still hiding her fangs she continued, "Is there anything I can help you with, sir?"