Shadewood on the altar of a sunrise

Niamh couldn't help it when her tail lashed with impatience, as Screech moved cautiously away from her, the closer she got. Still, she was making progress, as for each step of hers, he only took a half step back. She felt an odd, sickeningly gratifying sense of excitement as she stepped toward him, each shoulderblade slipping beneath her pelt, accentuated by the fact that her head was now lowered in a hunter's stalk. He refused to turn his back on her, so he hadn't let up completely just yet; she would work on him still. 

Oddly, she balked when he spoke, surprised by the fact that he could make sound- and taken aback by the fact that she recognized the name he spoke. She bared her teeth. "Yeh; I met Maegi." She said, and her eyes flashed. "But guess what?" Niamh asked, casting a glance in each direction before she focused her sharp gaze back on Screech. "She ain't here." She hissed, and suddenly, the speed of her paces quickened, as she now walked directly toward Screech rather than circling him. 

"I'm gonna finish the job that shoulda been done years ago," She hissed, oblivious to the fact that it'd only been about a year since Screech's death sentence had been passed; it simply sounded better the way she said it, as it certainly felt as though Screech ought to have been killed long, long ago. The amount of stress he'd caused her made it feel like she'd been in agony for years. She crouched, as though to lunge, grimacing as she bared her teeth at her long-time foe-

Until a sinewy, tan shape came into her peripheral vision; lean but muscled, the feline was about as surprised as Niamh was- and it seemed to take as much offense to the sudden intrusion as Niamh did.  "What the fuck?! She screeched as she caught sight of the cougar, now opposing the both of them, crouched, baring its teeth as it hissed hoarsely at the two wolves. Side-stepping, Niamh suddenly felt herself drawn more to Screech's side, through they were still several feet apart. She growled as she stepped back, knowing better than to provoke a cougar. Her eyes flashed, and she cast a sidelong glance to Screech. If he bolted, the cougar would likely be drawn to chase him and leave her alone- so she snapped her teeth in his direction, as though to iterate that she was the strong one out of the two of them, silently hoping that the man would run, and that the cougar would chase after him.