does one ever run out of good titles?

At the growl, Siduri had taken a step closer to her father. Not because she was scared or anything, but because she needed to be close to protect him. Yeah! Yeah, that was the reason. White ears shifted as Gil told her that they were after a predator that had been stealing their food. Stealing? From them?! "Whatever this beastie may be, sire, I'll string it up and use its guts for ribbons. Just let me at it!"

When Sid met her father's stern gaze, she realized that he was attempting to be quiet. Ears tucked for a moment and she nodded at his warning. The girl stayed at her father's heel, senses on high alert for whatever they were going to encounter.

The girl's nose worked, testing the air to see if they were getting closer. The acrid stench of cat was thick and growing thicker, so she assumed they'd see the beast soon. She was right. From a dark, shadowy alcove up ahead, a puff of dust entered the light and another low growl sounded. Sid set her defenses, having practiced with her father before. The pallid fae's spine leveled out, her stance widened for the sake of balance and her coat bristled for extra puffy protection. She was ready for the cat and it was ready for them.

Piratess