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As the human walked into the tent to speak with the warlord, Jikorin joined him, slipping in utmost inconspicuously. The Warlord had seemed to already have taken notice of her, but she didn't mind. "If you have a report, put it in the pile." Jikorin looked over toward the desk and immediately ran and hopped onto it, hoping she could learn a bit more about their situation, out of pure curiosity, such as what the enemy was planning. Unfortunately, she couldn't make heads or tails of any of the reports, at least, not before the Warlord had dealt with her. "Who the hell brought cat in the war?"

Jikorin made a couple short cries as she struggled in the human's grasp and yelped as soon as she hit the ground, perfectly on her feet, of course. She made a short hissing sound, like an exasperated sigh, as the human went back into the tent. Although, despite her previous urges to want to check out what was going on inside the tent, she had simply lost her interest altogether. Maybe she'd continue looking for humans to give her affection.

Such as that of a particular girl, perhaps no older than seventeen. Indeed, one was considered an adult once they reached fourteen, but they were still a child to Jikorin, and she likely wasn't the only one. She looked like she had no other company than her steed, so Jikorin figured she would be easy to deal with.

Slowly, Jikorin approached the girl, making no notice of her horse. Many animals whom were unrelated to each other often were rather indifferent about each other, and thus had a habit of ignoring each other entirely, humans and dogs being exceptions. The horse, if it was unaware of her Youkai nature, probably thought of the cat just the same. Standing at the girl's feet, Jikorin meowed softly.