Luneshale Pass Desafinado

She'd have stolen that god damn feather, had he not taken it. It had been pretty, and pretty she liked.

Another bubble of cries from her throat. They mimicked a hyenas laugh, and perhaps she was laughing. Swaying her tail below the mound, her attention kept being dragged back to the men and their drinks. Far less interesting than the mice running across the sands before her. Her mind was burning a path to tumbling one. "Me? Talented?" An uncanny, devilish smile and her head quirked left, right. A pause. "Don't know."

As sand fell from her paws in her turn, she quickly shuffled to fix herself afloat.

"Guess!" she offered a game.

Then, oh, if they wanted to, she showed interest in amusement in hearing it. Perhaps they'd say something fun.
Because that was all she saw in this.
A game.
She wanted them to play. And for as animalistic as her mind ran, it was the one thing she knew mortals could do.
Be fun.