Cougarthroat was no fool, she knew that in life it wasn't what you know but who you know. And currently, she didn't quite know anyone within her own clan. Having only recently joined she concluded that it was in her best political interest to immerse herself within the community. A rogue no longer. It was around that time to share tongues, the powerfully limbed chausie making her way towards the center of camp where many NPC's were already gossiping away. She began adjusting her coppery hued bodice into a comfortable position near the fresh-kill pile, as if awaited her prey tentatively. In this case however, she wanted to see who was worthy of her company.