Phoenix Maplewood what words can never be denied?

It is clear who holds the higher ground. Even without her vantage from the stones, the cat grasps power in ways a wolf could not. She is shifting like snow over barren tundra. Her movements, as fluid as the dancing lights - but her steps are fire-forged, and could burn with a touch.

A flash of her eyes, the curl of a grin, and Taktuq's belly sinks.

This is a game to the cat.

Is it typical to play with your food? she senses an intelligence behind the predator's eyes. Perhaps the cat will sense her pride. If it is a meal you wish to make of me, then don't toy with me.

Her head and tail still held high, she meets the cougar's eyes.

A quiver tingles her legs.