Mic Check

Amethyst orbs squinted down upon the form of a large black and white female who had apparently decided to approach one such as herself. She continued chewing the meat from the bones of her kill as if no change had occurred and then was surprised to hear a deep and demonic voice adressing her from just below where she lie.
The woman appeared to be part feline in the way that she carried herself, and in rhe mindless way that she spoke. Zajia was not amused.
"This little one is royalty and will be treated as such. I own this land and you are indeed trespassing. What have you to say for yourself?"
She felt not the need to mention that she had just claimed it that morning, but nonetheless, she did not like the idea of trespassers. Tan cranium was held high, a look of hautiness printed across her pretty features. If the woman did not comply, she would have to use force.