That body language was unmistakable, as strange as it was to see it on a person that might've otherwise looked human without it. Still, Trahearne hadn't quite anticipated that the cat-person would flat out turn tail and start running for it.

"Wait!" Trahearne took off running after him, in one of the rare occasions that he followed his first instinct, however tempered it was by experience. He was just sure that if he let this cat-person get away, that he'd disappear like a mirage or a figment of his imagination. Surely he hadn't been so feline deprived that his mind had conjured up something like this.