Call Me Catnip

maybe Dutch was a bit... lucky to have not been stopped by these cats. at least so far, because luck had a habit of running out pretty damn fast. she was mostly unaware of the felines trying to pick a fight with any wolf, and that'd be her downfall easily. with her short legs, she trailed after the two taller wolves. lost in thought, she didn't even realize their conversation until the brush started to shake nearby. her fur prickled uneasily, the scent of cat heavy in the air.

"shit" she swore to herself, wondering if the predator would think her an easier target and go after the dwarf. didn't predators go naturally after they assumed the weakest member of a herd? but this wasn't a herd. she wasn't prey. she'd fight back if possible. walking quickly forward, she'd put herself firmly between Eisleif and Valkyrie. Dutch didn't want to be a burden by any means but she also knew they were more experienced with fighting. "maybe they're attracted to the captives. so many easy targets." she voiced quietly.

and also dared them to call her an 'easy target'.

"speak." 188 words.