Wapun Meadow Your luck goes up and down, like swings and roundabouts.

He was laughing.

She was attempting to assert her dominance over him, and he was laughing.

Ceraphina frowned in displeasure, brows pinched over her eyes. How could this possibly be amusing to him, was she doing something wrong? She was not well versed in socializing with others, but if she had done her posturing correctly than this boy should've been lowering himself infront of her. Maybe it wasn't Cera doing something wrong -- maybe there was just something wrong with him.

That must've been why he continued laughing....and smiling....

--like she was some sort of joke.

As she stood there, staring at him bewilderedly, his continued amusement eventually caused a wave of unwelcomed embarrassment to wash over her -- and with blood beginning to rush towards the witch's cheeks, Cera growled irritability. Who the hell did he think he was!?

"What's so funny, huh!?"

Posturing herself in the same, straightened manner as before, Cera martched her way toward the wolf in question. It was obvious that her previous bluff wasn't gonna convince him -- so she'd have to use her actions instead.

--and once close enough, she'd lunge in an attempt to snatch the rabbit out his maw herself.