Restless. That was the only word running over and over through Shan's mind. She was restless. That restlessness translated itself into prowling. Todays destination, WestEnd. WestEnd was one of the few places where the half tigress felt at home anymore.

It wasn't that she was all that different, there were several half cat's of various breeds wandering about. It wasn't that she didn't have a home and a family. She just felt that she didn't quite fit with them. Even with her mate and child things had not gone so well. Her mate, that was a bitter joke. Artemus had moved on so swiftly, and maybe that was the root of the restlessness.

There was something about the tattoo parlour that drew the tigers flame like eyes. Maybe it was that black and light flooring. Maybe the chance at a creative outlet to express pain. Either way, Shan was stepping through those doors, caliing out softly, "'Lo? Anyone Here?"