Grouse Thicket mine, windbag, mine

Cypher turned her attention away from her attempts to clean her teeth, focusing instead on the male that approached. All bravado, all assertive and determined to show her his standing. "Now, now, darlin'," she drawled as she moved to her feet, abandoning the kill for now. "I ain't mean you any harm." She wasn't about to squabble over such a pitiful meal, and if he wanted it, she'd be more than happy to toss him the carcass.

Before she could say more, a woman's voice rang out. Cypher's attention turned once more, taking in the other's regal stance, and raised a brow. Clearly, the two were not friends, and the tawny woman had no interest in getting involved with the local politics.