To be a demon of this place did not mean that she was immune to the dangers of this place -- though it did mean she was familiar with them and how to avoid them. And so it was that, come morning, Em was not only still alive but well. The sun had climbed well into the sky before Ashai would spot her. It was about mid-afternoon -- warm, but not unbearable yet -- and the cat woman was lounging, eyes closed and breathing softly, upon a rock taking a bit of a nap before the day was to begin. Hearing the footfalls, however, her ears swiveled slightly at the sound, and she gave a massive, fang-toothed yawn.
"See, that wasn't so bad, was it?"