[Her expression softens a little when he says that. It's true... she actually really likes being a cat. When she was younger a magic trinket turned her into an "idealized" version of herself which, embarrassingly enough, had cat ears and a tail.
Though upon seeing the way his tail incessantly wags, she turns back to looking a little disgruntled. Smelly dog...]
...Right. Where are we going?
[She asks as the tip of her tail flicks back and forth in irritation.]
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Though upon seeing the way his tail incessantly wags, she turns back to looking a little disgruntled. Smelly dog...]
...Right. Where are we going?
[She asks as the tip of her tail flicks back and forth in irritation.]