runnin' late with half your makeup on

Hazel's mind is working more quickly now. Adrenaline coursed through her system, and her pulse rose significantly. Right, they were going to fight a predator. A real, actual predator. She drew to her full height as best she could, peering curiously at the creature. Defensive, but also markedly curious. Her green eyes shone with a bit of fire, and a bit of something else. Hazel's spark burns brightly, as always. She would be bold in moments like this, and always. Bold and brave.

"He's got something to prove... he'd come down for a challenge." After a moment's pause, it clicks in Hazel's head. She'd try it... what's the worst that could happen? The worst, she supposed, was that it wouldn't work. Would she, in all of her desire to prove herself back down from a challenge like this? Certainly not. Hopefully, the cat would be the same.

Standing tall, neck arched, gaze burning, the girl took three long steps back from the tree. She flashed her teeth at the cat, scowling, letting go as deep a growl as she could muster from her throat. As soon as it hit the ground, it would be go time after all. She was ready, though. Defensive, watching. Yes, her challenge would be met. Down from the tree, the male sprang. Hazel was in motion already, her head low, lunging toward the area where the predator's neck met his shoulder.

"Speech"