Meadowlark Prairie baby, you wouldn't last a minute on the creek

Now facing one another, Zhenya can see just how much damage she has done, making her ego swell with pride. She shakes her pelt free of annoyance (who wouldn't be upset by a meal that just wouldn't go down?) before growling and lunging forward, though only a step or two so as to not actually touch the woman. She licks her maw for a moment, sighing in pleasure from the taste of the woman's blood. Run, she whispers, a mocking laugh building as she prepares to give chase.