Sorry, I guess.
Xun came to a stop outside the Poison Grotto. He had stuck to the shadows, not wanting to cause a stir. It wasn't every day that a giant black cat strolled through the sect. He knew someone would try to attack him, and his Master would be upset if he killed a foolish disciple even if they attacked him first.
He pressed his nose to the floor, and a blizzard of different scents entered his nose. Human women liked to wear perfume, it seemed; there were lots of different smells, some that were new to him. It took him a moment to narrow them down.
'That one.' He thought as he picked up a faintly toxic scent. He wasn't sure why, but the woman his Master was courting always smelled like the embodiment of death. Yet he had memorized it the first time he had searched for her, almost a year ago when Spirit City was invaded.
'She needs to be more careful.' Xun thought. 'Always going missing. Does she want to give Master a heart attack?'