Kildeer Rest alpha negative

A feminine man, she noticed. She easily outmatched him in muscle mass, even with her average frame and traces of malnutrition from her youth. She squinted at him, one coal black paw risen slightly to take the pressure of at least one of her pads. She judged him with a frown on her face, eyeing him up and down without as much as a sorry.

Just fine. She spat and lied as soon as she dropped the dead mouse near her other front paw. Then she waited for a reaction. Perhaps he would even call her out on her obvious lie, if he dared.