Phoenix Maplewood What's the time, Mr Wolf

The defiance in what she dared to call her enemy's eyes only spurred the gold furred Kali onwards. The urge to subdue her pest drew one dirtied foreleg up and over the shoulders of the flaming wretch in one fluid motion, her jaws snapping shut mere breaths away from her ear. "I'm helping you to realise that to leave me alone right now would be a good idea," her throat cracked, fury and listless impatience fuelling her need of display. To Simatra, her words needed no further explaining. If Wildfire so wanted to lose a chunk of her auds, she was going about in the right way.

In another, clear-headed world, the tribal woman might've deemed her response an act of injust belligerence. Yet with a sight riddled with fuming irritation, it was all she could do to resist the temptation to beat the kid senseless.