Otter Creek straight for the knife

Finn responded to the feline's senseless questions with a hiss, if it was his fish the wildcat wanted it would have to come get it. Quicky he dipped his head and ripped the skin of the fish's slippery body. He would attempt to eat as much of the fish before retiring, he didn't want to deal with the oversized kitty. He had better things to do, trees to pee in and ladies to woo.

For every step the cougar took, Finn would take one back. He tried to swallow the chunk he had taken out when the eerie voice of the cat ringed again. Everything that came out her mouth was completely unrelated to what she had said before, so the grey wolf figured she didn't really understand any language and perhaps was just making primitive sounds at him.

"Freak" he murmured as he contemplated her snowy coat and her reddish eyes.