Blackfeather Woods Let the torture begin!

Quiet, now in what she believed to be a proper position to attack, sucked in her breath as she crouched into a pouncing stance. She stared directly at the grayscale alpha, her eyes cat-like as she wiggled her butt slightly in anticipation. Then she leapt forward.

She didn't tackle Burke — she would never have the strength to knock him over — but instead landed in front of him, regardless if he spotted her or not. She sat there, looking at Burke, wondering if she had done right or screwed up again. With no voice to ask questions, she was going off of trial and error here.