To be quite truthful, Shimza's assumption that Catalina preferred the stability of a pack life was entirely correct. She herself could not understand her sudden and desperate longing to get away and start over -- she knew only that the need had gnawed in her stomach like homesickness for a place she didn't yet know. Now that she had found Moladion, the hunger seemed to be ebbing slowly away, replaced by the sharp sting of missing her family. It seemed she simply could not win.

But that didn't stop Catalina from shining. She was a positive girl, always looking for the bright side of things. Despite the loneliness she sometimes felt, Cat was generally a very happy sort of creature -- especially now that she knew her sister was in the area.

Catalina beamed with happiness at her sister's quick, nonchalant reply. Everything always seemed so effortless for Shimza; little did Cat know that her sister thought the very same about her, and had her own share of difficulties.

She wanted to reply that she would probably go back to properly grooming her tail now that her sister would make her one of two oddities rather than one all alone -- but Shimza was immediately off onto another topic, whispering in that delightedly wicked way that meant she had something wonderful in mind.

Catalina couldn't help but giggle, and she struggled to keep her little hiccups of laughter at bay. She had an idea of what her sister had in mind, but she would feign cluelessness as she always did. Funny, the silly little rituals siblings created. "I haven't a clue," she said, her whispered voice high and strained with mock bewilderment as she did her best impression of a stuffy old crony. Another little giggle escaped her.

"But I have a feeling you're about to tell me," she said through her beaming grin, giving her sister an equally mischevious glance.

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