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The breezed betrayed her. When the woman slid to a halt and stiffened, Cygnet instinctively crouched, finding a spot where the woman was completely barred from view- but when her voice rang out, she knew that it would take no time for her to investigate further and catch Cygnet cowering like a child being chastized. Better own it, she figured. 

She huffed, and pushed through the bush that had hid her, giving the woman a raised eyebrow and a glowering side-eye as if to insinuate that she had been in the area first- and that she didn't appreciate being yelled at. She glanced up at the sky, off into the distance; where invisible prey might have run off, given the sudden exclamation. She huffed, and shook her coat out. 

Any chance she would've had of hunting in the area was now spoiled. 

She looked back to the woman, a quiet but fading complaint in her gaze. Her nose twitched; something was genuinely odd about her scent, but it didn't seem to be hurting her any, whatever malady it was that she had.