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Cassiopeia is completely still a moment, silence greeting the woman's question. But hiding is foolish; it would merely require the woman to step further into the cave to discover her now. She rises silently, trepidation and unease rapidly morphing into fear as she approaches. Quite suddenly she stands before the woman, tail lashing nervously and gaze wary, guarded, her usual defiant anger but a spark in her gaze. She works to keep her forelimb from trembling with agitation and instead regards the woman in tense silence, the bleached hue of her pelt juxtaposed by the darkness all around.