Rhiow's whiskers twitched. "You're not getting the experience unless you're bumping into people and taxis are trying to run you over every several minutes."

She paused, wondering if she could do it the same way she had, and then suddenly she was no longer the large panther but a common housecat - not in a slow shift like a Garou, but like a blink of an eye. The field that seemed to make the bystanders ignore them vanished just as suddenly and now she was shimmying through pushing crowds of New Yorkers as they trotted uptown.

She shadows on the street got longer. Rhiow felt a chill down her back and wasn't sure why - the skyscrapers above her seemed to lean in as the bright blue color of the sky began to leech out. But Rhiow wasn't looking up.