Emberflame Ridge in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me

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Though Eleuthera’s face continued to point off to scene right, her pale, lavender gaze bounced in the corner of her eyes as the leviathan hoisted himself from the now slightly-flattened bed of ferns, shaking and sneezing the plant matter from his haggled pelt. Her ears pressed against the curvature of her neck, biting her tongue as the man's form seemed to grow larger and larger, and more and more savage. Christ, who had she pissed off now? A warm, metallic sensation began wet her tongue, but only when she heard his demure, reluctant response did she released the pressure in her jaws. 

At least he wasn’t pissed or offended — anything else, she could probably handle. Only now did she turn to face the stranger, who was notably not a cat, probing his exterior with a curious gaze. Then her face flashed with sudden brightness and a twist of a smile.

“Well, you really shouldn’t walk around like that then," the lilac woman commented, tail waving behind her in evident interest, clearly tickled by the whole thing now that she knew she wasn’t going to be killed by a mountain lion, and was also fairly certain she wouldn’t be killed by this guy, either. “You know, like…" her voice trailed off as she turned sidelong and casually slunk away several paces, her shoulders low and rolling, her tail now held low to the ground, perfecting the lackadaisical gate of a large, golden, solitary feline. Casually, she turned over her shoulder and punctuated the scene with a nod of her chin. “Like that. Like a cat."