Boartusk Heights I eat boys up, breakfast and lunch.

Surrounded by three wolves and outnumbered, the cat scowled at them before it leapt overhead- it really was a magnificent beast, she had to admit- and bounded away with ease. Niamh watched it go, not considering giving chase as she was sure the cat would likely respond by targeting them and killing at least one of them out of spite.

She licked the blood that trickled down her cheek, then moved toward Caiaphas, greeting the warrior with an affectionate, victorious bump of her muzzle to the dark faced woman’s cheek, before she turned to the stranger. ”Good fight, friend,” She said, impressed with the loner who had seen fit to join in a fight despite the fact hat she owed them nothing.