Coconut Grove the black earth

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When Rosalyn thought of a bayou, she always pictured something akin to a swamp.  Now, hearing that cats occasioned there, she wondered if that was correct.  The places she'd imagined were not ones that would be pleasant for most felines... or their kind, for that matter.  Perhaps it was in reality a place she'd never seen a comparison to.

Depends on the cat, she answered, rolling her shoulders absently.  Less angry, but quicker.  Easier to bring down, hard to avoid, harder to get your teeth into.  Let's hope this one is stupid and lazy.  

But if we can corner it... easier.  Anytime it's gone wrong, it's usually when a wolf is alone.  She smiled, also recalling back to when they'd chased one from the grotto.  She'd not been there for it, but had heard tell.  A bear, well... she didn't really need to say much more to that.  She doubted either of them would ever forget that fight.