Neverwinter Forest I walk in circles.

Andalusia remained unfazed as the lynx approached, quirking her brow and casting the cat a sidelong glance. Amusement now lighted upon the hybrid's steely eyes, and the intrigue of the feline's display had not yet been lost on her. The Ostrega knew her place, and it was nowhere beneath the paws of this cat.

She listened with half an ear while the lynx drawled through her speech and felt a flicker of indignation at the derision that marked her words. Though Andalusia had come to accept her heritage for what it was, she still held a flame of resentment for whichever ancestor had blemished their line with the blood of a coyote. But despite the sting that nestled its way into the Ostrega's heart, the proud woman refused to let the cat know she had struck just the right chord to provoke her. With her head held high, she gave the girl's proposition a dismissive flick of her tail. "As long as you don't step out of yours."