I like that you're not nice to me, I love your heart of ice.

Lioness silently tapped her paw, warning her that something was in the woods with them. Flitting quietly between the trees. She let herself fall into a crouch. It wouldn’t be the first time she had fought blind, but it helped to know what she was up against. Size and shape mattered when you were looking for weak points.

She stood there in silence, ready and waiting as she listened to the world around her. She could hear the wind whistling through bark and limbs, howling in the wrong direction to bring her the scent she needed. She frowned as the silence stretched on - and then, quite suddenly, there was a voice. Sharp and avian, and leading her to the predator in the woods. She slipped quietly in the direction of the call. Lioness at her feet, her tapping tail warning her of any obstacles, and telling her that there was a wolf and a bird. “Ah, there you are. Lurking like common thieves?” The Princess asked. Distatainful and amused.


"Speech"