As soon as the kitten approached her, Alyssa could smell the human. That solved that mystery at least. She tilted her at the kitten as it pawed at her. She'd never tried having a pseudo-conversation with someone when they were both in animal form. It made it a little difficult to gage what exactly the other person was trying to say. She figured the person in the cat's body was younger than her - it was small and a kitten, so that was pretty obvious - and so she took all the nudging as a sign of, um, play time?
Her tail swept across the floor behind her and she stood up. How did you play with humans in kittens' bodies? Alyssa wasn't sure at all. She did her best to itch her nose with a paw, but couldn't quite reach - such was the frustration of such little legs and no opposable thumbs. Okay, okay. She was going to live with the itch. She had to. The only other alternative would be so undignified considering the kitten knew she was a were. With a brief shake of her head, she loped across the ground to where a large (to a fox) stick lay. With a nudge of her nose, she pushed it toward the kitten. Chasing things was ridiculous good fun, twenty three years old or not.