The Tangle la mer

The feline moved, limping from the cover. Her eyes were trained on the one displaying the aggression. The one that stood territorially yet the land wasn't claimed. She sneered at him, turning her gaze to the dazed one on the ground. Her ear flicked, green eyes swallowing details. Pupils dilated, the shafts of winter sunlight blotted out by clouds. Her tail swayed, unsure. She could play a game, or she could stare them down.

A soft sting reminded her of the thorn so naturally, she licked at it, earning a hiss in pain. She turned teeth to it, trying to pull the pain from her paw and yet couldn't. Her teeth not quite grasping properly or with the precision that a healer may have. Her head turned up back to the trio; nervous apart from the male. Her fur rose up, tail fluffing as a low rumble emitted from her throat. A stark warning to the male, her eyes solely staring at him.
She would not back down from that.