Blackfeather Woods Looking like a true survivor

[table width=80%][tr][td]Her face remained neutral - even as a smile tugged at the corner of her mouth when he came closer. Her little, sleek tail raised with him as her blue eyes met the sea of flames that were his. Oh - she liked this! Not mother nor her siblings played this dance of prickling hackles with her. Perhaps. She responded with an up-to-nothing-good grin. What does it matter to you, anyway? She questioned, smile wavering as her head tipped to the side - faking child-like innocence in the blink of an eye.[/tr][/td][/table]