101 Vultures

The amused friendly look Kat had was quickly replaced with irritation when the small she wolf let out a snarl and told her she was rude. For a moment all she would do was glare at the scrawny creature as she crouched on the otherside of the doe protectivly. Quietly Kathleen would watch as the wolf seemed to realize that protecting her meal was pointless and stood up.

When asked what the point of her intrusion was Kathleen would have told her she didnt need a point but telling her she could have the scraps just irritated her that much more. "First of all, I dont care if you think I'm rude or not." her tail would flick out to the left as a light growl would rumble up from her chest. "Secondly, if I wanted your scraps we wouldnt be having this conversation."

With that said the Feline would slowly stalk a circle around the doe and she-wolf so that she could examine the scrawny little thing a bit better. "How did you manage to get so....boney, anyway? Did your mother neglect to teach you how to hunt or are you just that bad at hunting?" her first question had been curiosity her next was more insut than anything, but had also held a note of honesty. She truely couldnt figure out how a predator could be such a walking skeleton unless they didnt know how to hunt or simply couldnt hunt.