The Shaman

A white-and-yellow striped cat approached Kieran with light steps.

The cat was unlike most strays, which moved in a guarded, vigilant manner when they came across a stranger.

It looked casual and relaxed, strolling around the compound with its tail up and shaking all four of its limbs with every step.

To Kieran, it did not look like a cat, but a lion patrolling its turf.

As the cat made eye contact with him, Kieran squinted.

Was that admiration?

That’s the feeling Kieran got from the cat’s stare, yet it was not something a cat could express. Such a sentiment did not even exist among animals. Only humans could feel it.

It had to be Nikorei the Shaman. After some thought, Kieran recalled where he had seen the cat before.

It had been in the newspaper articles. All the pictures had had a cat in them, which was supposed to be Nikorei’s pet. Kieran’s mind instantly filled with theories.