A nekomata. [Shun sounds a little bit exasperated with the whole thing, since he knows there's been quite a few of the cat spirits lurking around recently.] They're a kind of youkai. There must have been a pack of them living in the meeting hall that got cleared out.

[That's Shun's theory, at least, but after it's been lashing its two tails for the entire conversation up to now, the nekomata decides to speak up.]

You gods only use that hall when it suits you! [Its voice is small and a little squeaky, and Shun raises a brow at it.]

It's the old gods who decided it needed to be cleaned, not us.