Timestamp: Spring 70, 509
Oh the smells, they were heavenly! All the fish she could eat, all she must do is wait for him to get them!
Their annual trip to Zeltiva afforded the pair time to kill as they restocked on a few things and spent some leisure in the city better known for its education rather than its hunting. Still, Lukyc and Issy had come each year since the young kelvic had joined with him almost two years ago now, the bond between them well established though she had yet to begin mirroring him.
Presently, Lukyc was browsing one of the fresh catches in one of the stands and Issy was let to relax and do what she wished. For her own safety, however, the man had put a loose red collar around her neck, big enough that it could easily be slipped on and off and would not harm her should she shift back to a human form. As much as she enjoyed the furless body for its ability to speak with the men and women they interacted with, the serval much preferred her animal form for the tactile sensations that set her nerves alight in excitement. Her hearing alone was vastly superior in this state and she could enjoy the smells much more this way.
Sitting at her bondmates feet, her tail curled around his ankle a little, Issy let her eyes half-close as she listened to the world, massive ears twisting and flicking with the sounds while a content purr rumbled through her throat. Briefly, Lukyc's hand fell to stroke across her brow and she looked up at him, gruu'ing happily in return and folding her ears back a little as she rubbed into his palm. He scritched at those big points and then withdrew to resume his business.
That was when something caught her attention in the stalls. A fish had been knocked from the crate it had been in and the stall manager had yet to notice it! Her ears perked high and without a sense passed across the bond, she rose to her feet and slipped through the legs of the market-folk, mewling every so often to make them aware of the tall cats presence beneath them.
The man in the stall the fish had come from was still addressing a customer, Issy's eyes flicking to him and then the fish. Her stomach rumbled hungrily but the right thing to do would be to pick the fish up and put it back. That much, Lukyc had taught her. She chirped to the stall owner and looked at the fish and then at him. But he was not paying attention! Blasted, she would have to do this on her own.
Sliding past the woman he spoke to and briefly rubbing against their leg as she did, the serval bent to the dropped meal and grabbed it firmly in teeth, and straightened. When she turned, however, ready to rise onto haunches and balance against the stall to return it to the crate she had seen it fall from, the kelvic came face to face...with a dog!