I had to sigh for a second time. I loved this woman dearly, but I bet even Lilyanna knew Kitsara wasn't a good girl like Blossom. Out of all my missuses, she needed the most guidance on how to become a proper woman.
<… All right, you eccentric creature. Enough chatting. Let's roll.>
Rowdor, leader of the three-man scouting party that Kitsara decided to impersonate, should only return to Emberfang a little before sundown. Their schedule, their habits, their interactions with other scouts—it was all known to the city. The lionkin inside Emberfang wouldn't question their return if she made it seem natural. They had no reason to.
Kitsara knew this, and she played her role to perfection.
