Felltree Marsh The Lady of the Lake

Brou kept getting thrown for a loop by this weirdo cat's abrupt nonsense out of left field. She did venture one large step closer however, balancing her forepaw somewhat precariously atop a not-entirely-solid section of the half-rotted log. Her eyes glittered and she cocked her head, diverted for a moment— Huh. Really? ...How big a snake?

She unkinked her neck and stared straight-on for a long, tongue-tied moment following the cougar's easy attempt at making frog noises. What the... You... you tryin' ta talk to it, and then eat it?! If that wasn't the most bizarre thing Brouhaha had ever heard... Though nonetheless it did seem promisingly entertaining. A wicked little grin of her own appeared as she looked back down again at the speckly brown creature resting near the kitty. The amphibian hadn't moved a limb in all this time, but did seem to be cottoning on that something might be up. Its throat bubbled nervously—although, didn't all frogs do that all the time? Brou thought it was pretty typical but wasn't certain; she hadn't spent much time looking at the things. Either way it added to the aura of growing nervousness on the frog's part, accompanied by a quick darting-out of its tongue to lick its eyeball. Brou snickered. Eeeuuuuwwww, she said gleefully, and rolled her eyeballs back in the feline's direction. It is just sitting there like it's daring you though, innit? Hahaha... would you really do it?!