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Drunk on adrenaline, blinded by the thirst of revenge and a false sense of courage the young teen fell victim to a misleading coctail of emotions -- one that wouldn't come without a price. With her upper lip completely peeled of her teeth the wolf allowed another vicious snarl to rip from her throat. She was feeling invincible and untouchable and yet she was greatly offended by the feline's indifferent attitude.

One could not tear a family apart and not care.
Even if this was most certaintly not the lynx that had abducted her dear brother, Maera was grudgeful to the species as a whole. And as a clear specimen of the dreaded felines this cat, who with her indifference was pressing salt onto the wound, deserved nothing but her hatred -- a logic that perhaps only made sense to her shattered heart and rash spirit.

You're dead she declared boldly as she waved her tail over her back in a threatening motion before finally making the first move.
In a blur of furious red the female launched herself to the offender's encounter, her jaws parted and her razor sharp fangs aimed directly at the cat's scruff. Though she had never taken part in anything but mock battles, her strong instinct dictated that if she was to win she had to take the creature under herself first.