Horses gallop in the distance.

The two take cover in a burrow out of sight. The guards search for the thieves who bagged the nobleman's jewels; They seek high, when her partner and Rika hid low.

In the dim hole, the cat girl's eyes gleam like gold. "We did it," her voice in a faint, monotone whisper.

She scurries to the forest clearing ahead, cat ears swiveling for any sign of danger. The stolen bag jingles by her hip.

"We should go—and hurry," mumbles Rika, resolute and ready.