Moonspear I've become a simple souvenir of someone's kill

Intense? Maybe. Sometimes, she replied, stilted, because she debated saying more then. Did he want to hear it? It was strange to think about and to her, maybe now wasn't the time--entirely. Not yet.

There had been moments when it had been intense, though she didn't think the terrain was entirely to blame. She had had a lot of pent up rage back then for someone who did have it good then. It almost felt weird to fondly remember those times.. way back when just Sequoia was her biggest nuisance, and her family, their Heda included, had been there too. Before her mother had died, before the packs had warred, then dissolved. Before everything had spun into one grief after the next. She blinked that away, focusing. Trying. The beaches had been a very different setting than this. Taking that in served as good grounding and soon enough, she had him answering her motions to think about too.

So with that in mind, he was soon to a stop. Didn't seem like he was taking the bait yet as he turned his whole sparkling self broadside, where she watched his haunches, still closing in but careful--not only fast, though it was tempting to not even think about it at all. Too soon, though, Opalia reminded herself. She was impatient enough to keep it going regardless and with a last hearty pounce, she faked half a lunge towards his shoulder before (if she was quick enough about it) she sprang in earnest towards his later half--thighs, best case, with a hearty click of her teeth. She had to mind herself somewhere in the middle of this all, keeping her own tail-end out of his range too. Too soon for that, too.. hopefully. Maybe that would get some moving going, if nothing else.