Cats got your tongue

Isa had simply been taking a stroll through the woods when she noted the moving form of another wolf. The man had a very intense expression on his face and it seemed as though he was on a mission. So, of course the older, caring woman had to make sure that he was okay. If he needed help with something, the blue fae would provide. Maybe he just needed a nice meal and a friendly ear.

Small paws picked their way through the woods, following the trail of the brute. His scent was rich in the air, but the closer she came, the more muddled the scent was. The acrid stench of a feline attempting to claim new territory bit into Isa's nose. It wrinkled slightly in distaste, lips peeling back from pristine white teeth momentarily. The scent was distracting enough that she didn't see the big cat creeping up behind her.

Without warning, a heavy paw slammed into the cerulean fae's hip, claws raking through the fur of her haunch and grazing her skin. A yelp pulled from Isa and she dove away, spinning to face the foe. It was a tiger, but it was a young tiger. It didn't seem to possess the skills of a practiced hunter based on the strike alone.

A snarl ripped from the fae and her coat bristled. Her stance shifted to a defensive posture and she was ready. If the cat turned and fled, she would let it. If it wanted to fight though, she'd do her best against it.

"Isa"