Moonspear drive by

Two-toned eyes narrowed haughtily at the boy, her tail lashing silently at his abating response. How dare he act more chill than I? she thought, tongue swiping across her chops as he posed his question. The reaction of her tongue was purely predatory, but not spurred by his proposal of food; rather, a thought of pouncing on him. She was slacked, however, by his committal to finishing her hunt before she could even verbally respond. She only had time to sniff loudly at the nickname, which then turned into a snort as she revealed herself to be confining a laugh behind his back. Clearing her throat, Ness turned a tight circle and then sat neatly in the center of its imaginary boundary, facing the direction in which Floki had loped off too. She sat like that for a while, with her long tail blanketing her left feet set in the near square her posture had created of her paws.

And though she did wait a respectable amount of time, Ness eventually grew impatient with the utter silence (and being highly aware of a building headache), so she began slowly following Floki's trail.