Biding my Time

“Did that really just happen?” It tumbled out of her mouth without thought, a wave of disbelief churning over in her mind and making her paws feel numb. She didn’t do things like this. Now that the threat was gone Kipling had the time to digest exactly what had just transpired and she was frightened at the consequences she might have faced if the lynx hadn’t decided to take flight so soon. Withholding a tremor that threatened to slip down to her tail she sucked in a deep breath and pushed back the tension she felt at its release.

She turned then looking less shell-shocked and more concerned at the other fire cloaked woman who seemed to share her shock. “Are you okay?” It had all happened so fast and trying to keep track of the quick cat she really hadn’t been paying mind to who she’d actually been trying to keep safe. A quick glance at her and she could see no immediate wounds, but a slight tinge of blood scented the air and she wasn’t entirely sure it had all been the lynx’s price for his attack.

Trying to piece back her senses she realized what the stranger had said only a moment after and she shook her head. “I was just… It just happened. I probably wouldn’t have seen him either.” Kipling wanted to reassure her with a slight nudge to the woman’s shoulder, but she kept her distance, unsure if the gesture would be unwelcome. Instead she hovered and settled for moving closer.