Blacktail Deer Plateau Hello,it's me

And maybe it's stupid, but even through the haziness of battle and the fire of adrenaline surging through her veins, Raid hears the cat loud and clear and shamefully enough, feels her heart clench just a little bit. It's stupid. She knows it is. But she doesn't want to be a killer to someone who hasn't done any damange yet, per se, and though her claws and fangs still search for purchase with no intent on stopping whatsoever, there is a clearness in her amber gaze. A clearness which remains even when the cat's claws drag across her left cheek, sinking deep into the flesh and drawing out a line of crimson blood. It burns and Raid knows it'll leave a scar, no doubt.