Enhanced Figurine Dolls

Such a bold little mutt, who thought she owned the world. A quiet snort escaped her maw, as she watched this pale wolf. The wolf offered to take her to visit multiple felines in the area. A sarcastic grin split her lips as she rolled her eyes at the lupine's audacity.
"I would not need you, wolf, to show me the way to my own kind."
She growled in annoyance, ghostly acidic orbs staring at the wolf as it approached. Standing upon the pew, she stretched her powerful muscles, dragging razor sharp claws down the surface of the warped wood, leaving deep grooves to mark it forever.
"Yet something tells me I should not be turning down your offer."
She spoke, her voice nearly a purr. Yet the silky manner of speech was entirely false, trickery to convince the wolf that the terror of the trees was beginning to enjoy her presence, when in reality the tawny she cat would much rather her presence be a mutilated pile of innards on the floor of the church. Hopping down from the bench, she padded briskly over to the canine and waited for her to stop being so very lazy. As she heard the wolf speak of her talents, a huff of acknowledgement left her dark lips.
"Yes, interesting."
She muttered sarcastically, since she was not surprised by the selfish nature of the canid. They were all no good, taking from whomever they desired to, wrecking the homes of others for mere pleasure, and insisting on inciting constant battles just to prove to others their strength. Yes, pathetic. Felines did no such things, they avoided each other mostly because they were well aware of each other's strength. Yet, here she was, letting this wolf lead her to another feline. The beast was allowing such a thing to occur because she needed a breath of fresh air to relieve her of the stinks of all these insipid lupines.