Bearclaw Valley what you need is a sweet caress

ameline stopped abruptly, her maneuver causing a ripple under sobeille's skin as she watched her cat-skim the ground. she prepared for teeth, waiting for ameline's words to end with the punctuation of fang to flesh. her heart thrummed - a strange species of excitement somehow calming the torrent of thoughts in her head.

sobeille found it preposterous she would lie or make this all up. as if! all she knew was what athalia told her. and she told her that her mother was trying to kill her.

a teenage scoff lingered on her lips.

you be t'inking i be lyin'? her agitated tail flicked lion-like. go ahead an' tell my maman, sobeille countered, incredulous. she know i be true. all i know is dat you be de one athalia sez is tryin' to kill 'er.

sobeille's claws curved into the earth, prepared to run.