Phoenix Maplewood What's the time, Mr Wolf

Her newest companie's reply was curt and beheld an air of bewildered aggression. Not something the golden furred Kali would prefer to tamper with, yet the stranger seemed to have no intention of leaving any time soon. A disgusted snort signalled a pause in her frustrated movements and she turned to face her counterpart, tongue appearing to swipe lazily round her lips.

"Those words are utter ridicule. Tell me, I have eyes. I know what I see," she scoffed. Normally she would've been fairly neutral to those she wasn't familiar with, yet with the fiery devil before her was really testing her limits. "I wasn't eating, I was retrieving a bone. And if you have no intention of helping me, then I suggest you leave." Annoyance drove her to blurt a bold threat; she knew this was unclaimed turf. But this was not Israel, and so a mere interruption to her procedure.