Hoshor Plains a feeling that consumes

His sudden appearance startled her, angered her. But his expression, or lack thereof, did not change as she spoke. He was even so bold as to seat himself, his forepaws together and his plush tail curled neatly about them. "Why do you assume I want something?" he questioned, silky voice unwavering. One slender ear was twisted toward her, attentive, the other fanned back, listening around him. Nothing would go unnoticed, not even the hum of a cicada.