Broken Boulder el torito

Only slightly startled, Queenie stood and turned to face Delight, her muscles visibly tense. She didn't care about how intimidating he thought he was (rather, hoped) because she knew that there was nothing she could do to push him over the edge. It didn't matter how absolutely warped she had become; Delight didn't have the spine to hurt her. Queenie knew it just as well as he did. 

With a sigh, she flagged her tail and took a moment to bask in the silence. Not for you, she replied coldly, huffing as she turned her side to Delight. Not for myself, either, she wanted to say, but Queenie knew that she ought to keep the more intimate plans and plots to herself. Maternal instincts, I guess.