Tip, tippy toes,

Twin orbs blinked in unison as they locked onto the one before her, an odd creature this one was proving to be. Perhaps tearing into this one wouldn't be such a bad idea after all, for they were proving to be quite slow and even..dumb? It was hard to say as the chaotic women watched the one before her, ears flicking as that mind went over with ways to deal with this one, take a ear or maybe the other eye. A few toes, that matted tail? That tongue? It was hard to say for she for once was having a problem with decisions. The smell of rogue clearly wafted from Mekala's form, no one would miss her. Making an audible click with her tongue Morgana stepped forth, testing the matted wolf's boundaries.

"Yes, I did speak." The words left the french maw once again, tail swaying side to side as that head lowered slightly, an ear or the tail. The bigger appendage seemed more ideal, it would be easier to remove then an ear..then again she could have to get closer to the fea and then strike. Ahh, decisions, decisions..