Haunted Wood like rum on the fire

she doesn't reply, not intending to take the woman up on her offer in any case. the second one she's more inclined towards, however, and after a beat offers an, "ok." she hesitates a moment, not all that oriented yet, and then she moves; the swift, viper-like strike her mother taught her. a nip at the womans face; a head on attack which she doesn't care lands or not. as soon as her fangs snap closed, be it on flesh or fur or nothing, she's already retreating. she has no interest in close-contact fighting, preferring to deliver swift strikes before withdrawing out of harm's way.