Panther Park promises

Moira managed a rather cruel smirk at that. A smile at her reaction? That was most surprising. Most of the time males were already at her feet, apologizing...then again, that was most. She had always enjoyed that reaction, how she could make them bow before her. But not this one. She was unsure whether to be interested in that, or offended by that. She started to circle about, still holding her head up.

"And with age comes weakness...battered, over and over. Pushed aside. Why do you think the young make such good fighters and hunters?" she asked, while slowly circling abut, eyeing him over now.