Blackfeather Woods Hand over your riches

The bitch had the audacity to growl back at Makatza. She was almost readying herself for an attack, almost ready to fight this bitch, until she rose. The red female was probably the biggest woman Makatza had ever seen. A monster of some sort. Makatza had never in her life encountered someone this big, so fierce. She wanted her.

"Ah, okay, maybe we share?" Her tone changed. Not to one out of fear, but rather admiration. She knew she couldn't fight this one, she knew that was a lost cause from the beginning, but neither did she want to submit to her. If she had to fight and gain her first defeat, she rather do that, than surrender. Instead she hoped to charm this woman, though her horrible table manners might already had deemed that a lost cause.

Manners was not something Makatza knew of, in fact, manners was whatever she wanted them to be. She wasn't interested in learning of other people's ideas of manners, she made her own rules, her own goddamn laws and she would be hellbent on keeping those. Her yellow eyes didn't shift for a moment away from the red lady, she hoped for food, hoped for an alliance of sort, but maybe that was all wishful thinking.