Blackfeather Woods ɪᴛ ғᴇᴇʟs ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ʙɪᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴅᴏᴡɴ

Her expression froze over when he did not immediately hand over the rabbit, and her lips curled over her fangs as her gaze flashed. He repeated her name, shortened, and she spat out a single "Cassiopeia." She would not be called Cass; that was an affectionate nickname, and it sounded bitter in the maw of one of her wardens. His next question she did not answer until he finally shoved over the fresh kill, which she nabbed swiftly and lay protectively beneath her paw. She stared him down, already regretting giving her name. Gaze burning, she did not reply, simply fastened her jaws around the prey and dragged it back into the cave, not inclined to give out any more information if it bought her nothing. If the boy wanted to extend their conversation, he would have to follow her back into the cave, where she had already begun to scarf down the prey with her focus half-trained on the boy, half wishing that he would pursue her, if only to allow her reason to lay her claws against him. She needed some outlet for her hate, or at some point she'd simply explode with it.