Duskfire Glacier keep moving... but don’t move too fast.

Isra would always wonder, observant as she was, how the cat managed to sneak up to her. When the pompous feline announces it's presence, it took a moment for the mottled female to collect her bearings. To fight a cougar would be foolish, and so she established that demeaning the creature would be a better offense. Besides, what was one rabbit? She'd already relished the kill, the scraps were no major loss.

"Take it, then. I can catch another hare." A mocking grin curved onto her lips, taking a step back, if only to allow the mountain lion access to the carcass. "You must be starving..."