Phoenix Maplewood oh she dreams

Desdemona may be in a unwise situation, but she was not foolish. She wouldn't chase the other knowing the difference in speed, much less the ability to climb a tree. She would calculate her openings, and her ways to get the other away from the area itself. She didn't want to back down, and continued to snarl at the other, watching, and waiting for the tricks to come over. Her jades glossing, scrutinizing every move this cougar would make. Even the tint of her eye, of another looking down at her. A look she was used to, and unphased by it.

She didn't let the other continue her game of slap, and promply leapt to the side before the other was to cuff at her ears and face. No claws, but that didn't mean she would simply let the other get what she desires. When Desdemona's dark and lithe paws retouched the snowy surface after the quick dodge, she let a warning snap at the feline, wanting to grab a quick bite at anywhere, simply to cause damage. Even if she managed to miss, she would be quick to leap backwards.  Maybe with a quick hint of pain, the other would flee, so she hoped.