Enth might have been able to recognize spirits, but he didn't seem to understand them. Mortals lived by instinct and reason; Iktomi knew that he himself, the embodiment of something else entirely, did not.
Unable to smile without a mouth, he tilted his head to an uncanny angle, then hooted. When he lit from the branch, he swooped down to the other and did a few circles around his head while he encircled the tree.
Then he was a great black panther, and with silent paws led the mighty Enth through the trees toward the nearest village.
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Said village had been a common haunting ground of Iktomi's for the last week. Small, quaint, and filled with people who proved fun to fool. Incidentally, he'd come looking for a possible link-mate, as usual, but when he'd found none . . . well, he'd then had his fun.
Most of the houses were dark, no lantern light flickering in the windows, but he could see a few that showed signs of wakeful inhabitants. He put his nose to the earth and flicked his tail to give Enth the all-clear before moving forward.
When he reached the nearest house, faint voices heard from within as the people inside conversed with one another, he turned his eyes to Enth and grinned a cat-like grin. "I could turn into a housecat and lure them out," he whispered. "And then you could jump out at them. Roar, even. Surely they'll wet their pants. Just . . ." He lowered his head and kept his eyes locked on the other's. "Remember not to eat them. Or kill them. Unless they die of fright, in which case that is perfectly fine."