Blackfeather Woods First, we eat.

Good, she had caught the creature by surprise. What even was this hissing, ugly thing anyway? Trying to steal her look with his poke dots. It looked even more ridiculous with those strange pointy ears, kind of like one of their prisoners had. Her own ears pressed dominantly forward, and she stood there like a house. Whatever this was, it would not get past her.

When it lunched and swatted at her, she let its claws catch her healed scars on her chest and in the blink of an eye did she try and catch its paw with her mouth. If she'd miss, she'd stand again, her defense more important than her offense this time. She had to figure out what the other creature's style was first before she felt confident in making a move of her own.