Bet you think you're Queen Bee

Her intention had been to harry the cat, drive it off, but it seemed the kids had other ideas, with one grabbing the lioness by the neck and the other latching onto a paw. Róta growled out her frustration, adjusting her hold from the rump of the feline to the thigh, digging around with her teeth seeking out that vital artery that would ensure it would bleed out enough to no longer pose as much of a threat. The patchy boy was large, maybe he could crush her throat with the aid of Steig holding that limb out of the way but she wouldn't count on it.

Finally, flesh gave way and blood coated her tongue. Róta continued to bite down, shearing flesh to make sure the job was done, the snarls and roars fell on deaf ears. The lioness was a threat, and had to be dealt with as such.

“Speech”