Qeya River i've been searching for the daughter of the devil

she did not lash out; for a third time was he impressed, but this was laced with a fragmentation of annoyance. bloodlust rose full in the cat; he screamed a challenge and hurled his great bulk at her again, intending to throw her painfully to the snows a second time, to jar her teeth clackingly in her head, to bruise her for her defiance. 

she would pay with her life for her insufferable nature.