Even now my father still looks out for me, and while I can perfectly look after myself I appreciate it perhaps more than I could ever say. I haven't exactly been looking after myself to the best of my ability, I have been...in a funk as my father might say, though of course if he does not know this that is better. I had failed to notice that I had nearly become cat food, that I had nearly been negligent enough to cost me and my father our lives. I should be ashamed of myself for this, I should berate myself or something like that, but I have already done what is possibly the worst punishment of all, I had banished myself from my own family. White hackles are raised like ivory knives as I face down this terribly annoying mountain cat, and I am flooded with the angry instinct to kill and splash the ground with blood. One ear flickers backwards as I hear my father speak more, instructing me and answering my query and indeed my father cannot be wrong. Maybe I am biased but I do not care very much. I keep my father on a tall pedestal- is there something wrong with that? The fur is lifted along my hackles shoulders and spine like ivory daggers rising to impale something that falls upon them, thoughts and memories and words all being pushed from the forefront of my mind, I don't need my judgement clouded. Distraction will get me killed right in front of my own father. As if to shock me straight into action the cougar swipes out at me, the sizeable paw of the mountain cat smacking into the right side of my cheek. I had just been essentially bitch slapped by a cat. The claws had managed to graze me and yet only took away some fur but that was not what had me seething. To fall victim to such a thing is emberassing in and of itself, and I will have my revenge. My lips curl upwards to brandish fangs that are a killer's perfection, a deeper more frenzied growl showcasing my anger. My snowy ears pin flat to my skull as my growl finally simmers down but thrums deep in my chest waiting to be provoked to surge forward again. Sky blue eyes flecked in a deep violet are intense as the seconds tick by, muscles coiling beneath my snowy coat. I may be underfed and unkempt but I am still a formidable danger of snow, russet and black, and if I am anything like my father I should be feared. Tongue momentarily laps at the brandished fangs, almost as if I can already taste the heated pulse of blood, and it is now I realize I am in anticipation of the blow. It as if I had undergone some sort of transformation, something of pure instinct and murderous rage, of untamed power flowing beneath the surface.

It is now that my father and I are moving, I am moving with a stealthy unhindered grace because even neglect can not take this from my arsenal. This cat will not disgrace me in such a way again, I will not stand for such a show of open disrespect, yes this cat shall not live to see tomorrow. The black stranger is helping yes this I am sure of, and in turn when this is over I will help her, but it is n ot the time yet for such things, first we have to bring an end to this mountain cat. I am keeping my father's voice in my mind, after all he is infallible and knows all does he not? Okay maybe I am giving too much credit but I do not think so, after all he has survived as long as he had and it wasn't from luck. Snow white frame moves with gracefully silent stealth, expectation and adrenaline coursing through my veins and opening my awareness. Perhaps I am too much in a feral sense of revenge seeking that I do not notice this, that I am almost too aware of the things around me, and I am biding my time for the perfect moment of opportunity. I cannot act too soon and I cannot act too late. No I must show my father that I can be perfect. My ears are raised just the slightest from their previous flattened state, my sky blue eyes momentarily catching sight of the stranger. This girl...she better have the mettle to actually end this damned cat once and for all. One ear flickers as she speaks to us, "Quam multum me saevus sapien." (I was planning to savage as much of it as possible.)

This will take all of us working together. If one of us should fail then all of us will. I refuse to succumb to something as fickle as failure. I will savage that damned limb and I will enjoy every second of it. Let this be a lesson to myself, as well as every other damned mountain cat out there. The savage growl desires to slip free and break the surface once more but I restrain it, that would inevitably draw it's attention to me and that is not the plan. If I mess this up then I am truly a failure of an angel. And so I keep my stealthy movements, still keeping my awareness trained on the exact second to strike. My father begins his act as a distraction and as far as I can tell it is working, and after noticing the stranger's gesture at me and my own instincts I strike. I had coiled my muscles and released as much of my speed as I can manage and yet still keep as much stealth as I can manage, and I am all deadly precision and angry vengeance, jaws aimed to sink deep into the damaged leg and maybe I have been a bit too overzealous as I think a bit of my frame may have also collided with the mountain cat's. I thrash my jaws around with the hopefully becoming more damaged limb trapped inside of it's confines, my shoulder to the feline's flank. Minimal weight si pressed to it in perhaps an unintended way to slightly unbalance the creature, and already the strange black girl has made her move and is right in the cat's face. I double my efforts to do as much damage as I possibly can, wanting to tear fur and split skin and tear at leg ligaments, mangle and destroy the limb, revenge is always a thing that can be achieved. Growls rise from my throat and fall into the air, my savage nature dying down again into more of a triumphant satisfaction. There is no way it has escaped manglement. The savagery of the snarl begins to die from my throat once more, because this is my first big conquest. I had help but it very much still counts. The cries of the cat drive me to let go and move away from it, tongue tracing away any blood that seemed to want to stain my muzzle, sky blue gaze on the stranger's black coat, then back to the fallen feline. The scent of blood permeates my senses and overwhelms them, my sky blues turning towards my father, and my ears perk back up and swivel, I am beginning to come back down from my adrenaline high, and...it seems to take a lot out of you when that happens huh? Eyes move back to the stranger of black as she growls lowly, and I notice how torn up she has become, and how bad all of that must hurt. She has seated herself and in my mind I deduce that she must be too harmed to move around much more. A pulling glance is sent at the form of my father, one that he will hopefully not miss, and hopefully would not ignore, and my gaze returns to the black female, head tilting on it's right axis the slightest degree. I do not move for several heartbeats, her gaze rising to meet mine. "I can help.

My voice is meaningful and soft, because I have no ulterior motives and I am sincere, it is the least I can do for her. "If we take you home we have healers there. You can't just stay out here like this." My head returns to it's normal position, and my tail twitches once as I consider something internally, sky blue eyes gazing at her. I am moving with a purposeful stride, ears alert and ready should she try to warn me of with words or a growl, though I am ready for the snap of jaws heralding an attack. The expression on my face is soft and yet it is firm, dogged because I won't leave her to die out here, and if she somehow denies us then I'd stay out with her myself. I am merely hoping she does not throw the offer back in my face, because I would not know what I would do. I stop several paces from her, head tilting on it's right axis once more, assessing the full extent of her damages, and my sky blue eyes seeking permission to approach. I would not dare infringe uninvited, that would be terribly rude, and maybe I just know better.