Five-finger discount

Lark looked up from her frozen meal lazily, to see a young fae with a pelt of flame marching toward her, hostile and clearly very angry. The lynx stood, still chewing on the frozen meal. Her tail swished slowly from side to side, her amber eyes staring straight into the wolf's. She swallowed her small meal in disappointment, she had not been able to finish it all. "Why should I?" She asked calmly, dipping her head to pick up another chunk of prey. "I'm not finished yet." She gnawed warily, knowing there was no way the young girl would let her finish. A fight would be amusing, she mused thoughtfully. And judging from the assortment of snarls and growls slipping from the fae's maw, one was prominent.