The place lit up like a Christmas tree when night fell and the shadows deepened ever darker, sparkling lights beginning to glint off the murky water below. A light flicked on over a steel door and a man exited, positioning himself atop a rickety stool, settling himself on it with a magazine in a way that said it was something he did nightly. People and other creatures came and went here and there all under his scrutinizing gaze, but he seemed to get little trouble for his efforts nor did he cause any as time went on. None of them noticed the icy blue eyes that looked out from the brush set in the beautifully deadly face of snow leopard that waited with practiced patience of her species. Around her neck a brown satchel hung like an odd necklace, inside were stashed a few essentials and a set of clothes should she need it though if all went according to plan she would not be walking on two legs tonight. Like most shifters she was entirely comfortable being in her bare skin as a human, but she preferred to be prepared just in case.

After a few more moments her large form stalked from the brush, silent despite her size as she approached the front entrance. The closer she got her eyes turned upward toward the towering freighter, unlike anything she had seen before and it made the task before her seem a bit more daunting that she had expected. As far as she could tell the only way into the docked boat was the single door at the base and she assumed that would be the only way out as well. Her wide eyes flicked upwards at the deck that rose above everything; obviously there were exits to the outside up there but no way to the ground below once there. A loud, rumbling sigh left her; she was getting too far ahead of herself now. This was purely a test run to gather intel using the information she had been given from the charts and schematics that littered her small kitchen table. Frost wouldn't have given her the job, paying her what he is if it was going to be easy.

She knew little of the place save for what she heard on the street. Almost everything illegal happened within along with the fighting pits, which she had to admit she was eager to see. As she finally approached the entrance to the Ark which sat in the shadow of the hulking cargo ship her muscles tensed instinctually, the stress of entering a new and unknown situation evident to anyone who might care to notice though most usually gave her a wide berth when shifted like this. Big cats had that effect on people. Finally the warm glow of the singular light over the door colored her snowy and patched coat as she looked up into the eyes of the doorman. He let his dark gaze pass over her with little of the interest or surprise others typically showed, he had probably seen it all working here she assumed. For a moment as his dark eyes passed over her she felt a cold chill run up her spine and then it was gone with a nod from him and she was allowed inside.

With a shake of her large head she padded inside. Her bright eyes roved the narrow corridors constantly, taking in only those bits of information that would be useful. It was easy enough to find the fighting pits, she simply had to follow the droves of people that were all heading one direction. She clung to the walls of the ship and the shadows that wrapped her form like old friends. Stealth was her element and it was a comfort to shroud herself in their cover as the crowds grew until the hallway opened up to a large open room. For a moment she paused, one large paw raised as she took in the sudden change and the crowds that flooded her ears with scents and smells. With practice she pushed them all out of her mind, trying to focus on the details as she moved around the outer edges of the room.

Her stealth was the key to why, exactly, she is so good at what she does; her only power and possibly the only reason she had survived after her change. While not truly invisibly she had the uncanny ability to go unnoticed if she so wished as she did now. Her long tail flicked slowly behind her as she paced the outside of the balcony which overlooked the pit below giving the Ark its signature attraction, brilliant blue eyes falling over each individual in turn looking for one thing in particular before moving on. An wolf carved of silver, plain overall but seemingly of great importance to some out there. Her concentration was broken only as a roar went up from the crowd indicating, she assumed, that something she couldn't see was going on below, at least with not so many pairs of legs blocking her view. Instinctively she stepped forward, losing her concentration and her stealth momentarily as she tried to catch a glimpse of what was happening.