you know better babe

Magdalene was having a blast adventuring from home. Other adults kept looking at her funny. Some even went as far as to warn her to go home because it was safer. Safer than what? The red sky? The starless night? The icky looking animals that liked to chase her? Didn't seem so bad when your mom enjoyed yelling at you for dumb stuff! Like leaving the pack lands! Ugh, how annoying it was that her mother attempted to keep her bound by invisible chains. Fortunately for Magdalene, those chains were easily broken.

Freedom was a scent so glorious that she inhaled deeply with every breath she took. Tinging that sweet freedom was stark scent of sea salt and aromatic herbs. Drawing her away from the destroyed rivulets separating the beach from the bony hills, she crept closer and closer to the lush growing field that made her want to lay down and nap. What a wonderful place! Her paws rush forward, sufficiently trampling the dewy grass as she leapt over the low crumbling brick wall. Turning in a quick circle before lowering her nose to the ground, Magadalene started to explore, snuffling around for anything interesting.

Oh, that was interesting!

The pungent scent of feline forces her head upward, eyes bright and ears perked. Where was it? It smelled big and mean, a force to be reckoned with. Ah, there in the shadows. Stalking, staring back at her with black eyes. Magdalene freezes, muscles coiling beneath her shiny, luminous pelt. Well, not all of it is illuminated, just the neon streaks that dampen with the moisture in the air. Definitely gives a "stay away" vibe to anyone with intelligence, but Magadlene didn't exactly care for personal space either.

"C'mere kitty, kitty," Mags croons, a wicked smile breaching her lips as she began to stalk the cat in return. Eyes training on the predator, ready to pounce in retaliation if it decided it wanted to give her a go.

"speech"