Kintla Flatlands The poison in your cup

Zaria pretended she was stupid, she was also conveniently covered in mud to not give away her homelands. She might as well be some loner that needed a bite of food. She certain had the body posture for it, slender and lean. Her fur rained down and wetted with mud. Currently Zaria didn't want to look her most beautiful. She sat down on the distance she stopped. Watching the female with her curious green eyes. The distance was big enough that she could speed away when the female would chase her out, and close enough she could see if any symptoms would appear.

A hint of a smile turned on her lips as she watched the female. She was learning the english language better and she got the gist of the female was asking but Zaria didn't answer. She had no need to spark a conversation with her victim. Let her protect her prey all she wanted. Hmm.. That might be a good idea. She jumped up again, challenging the female a bit to see if she was really protecting the piece of meat, that way she could see early if there was something wrong with the female. Zaria's attacks were rather fake, not keening on the meat at the black female's feet.