Women are like volcanoes

She scowled at the stranger, despite the advice being good. Resenting she needed it, even as she followed it. After a moment, she stood shivering and panting on flat ground. Her scowl only deepened. Lioness jumped off her back, dry and content, and purred as she wrapped around her forelegs. It was hard to be too mad at Lioness, she had almost died. But the stranger? She was fair game.

“What’s it to you?” She demanded as the woman spoke of ‘Armada’ getting around. She didn’t care what her dumb family/pack did, and didn’t appreciate being likened to them. “You get a hard on for Armada or something?” She continued, voice an annoyed grumble.

"Kite"