Blackfeather Woods Fog comes in on little cat feet

At first she snarled at Macbeth and he was about to snarl back until she stopped, realising he had indeed collided into her by mistake. Then as they both got up she simply looked at Macbeth and did not say a word. He looked over, waiting for a reply, but nothing. Holding up a paw he waved it in front of her face and it was evident she was indeed 'with it' but still nothing. 

Macbeth huffed to himself, even he was not this rude. "Well I did say I was sorry, no need make a big thing out of it or anything, least you can do is yell at me or sommat, ignoring me is just childish, now isn't it?" He smirked to himself as he stepped down from his soapbox, confident in his ability to put the world to rights. He had no idea of how wrong he was.