Saat'bas wasn't pleased. It was pretty clear from his sullen expression. And for a creature like him, it was an intolerable state to be in. He didn't like cities. Cold, dead places scraped out of the earth. Humans tore up and trampled down the life that used to be there and left behind a nasty, smelly, ugly bunch of dwellings and pavement. Little boxes they hid in and hard, rough paths they walked on. Cities were only good for finding people for a Revel or for hunting or for mating. Other than that, they offered little that he cared for.
He huddled in the shadow of one of the buildings. It smelled like bread and pastries. A bakery, he thought that was what they called it. The scent teased his nose. It smelled good and that's why he sat there.
He surveyed his surroundings. Ok, so this place wasn't as bad as others he'd been in. It didn't stink so much. He could sense the abundance of Life somewhere out there. When he had awoken in the city, he'd simply picked a direction and started travelling in it so that he could get to that Life. The reason he'd stopped was for a short rest and to indulge in a little sulking.
Saat'bas' ear twitched as he heard the door to the bakery open and close. It normally wouldn't have attracted his attention, except that he was on guard for anyone who might wander his way. The person didn't. Instead, the footsteps faded off to a short distance and then came to a halt. He peered around the corner of the bakery. A young woman now sat under a tree not too far away. He tilted his head, his curiosity piqued.
The woman had an odd sense about her. Magic. He wasn't surprised. In the brief time he'd been here, he'd gotten the same overall impression. This world was full of it. It was like someone had tapped a well and let it flow over everything, the energy soaking into the very essence of the earth.
Saat'bas grinned, though, as he thought he sensed something else. It could be a trick of her power. He wouldn't know for certain until he engaged her. Which he very much intended to do. He crept from his spot in the shadow, ambling nimbly on all fours towards the young woman. The wind fluttered the light-weight cloth he had wrapped around him.
He didn't try to sneak. He moved so that he came into her line of sight before he got too close. When he was still a few feet away, he sat in a crouch and purred in a friendly manner.