She had a name with the face. That was start, though Opal didnt’ sound a very fitting name she accepted it nevertheless. Real or not she didn’t care. Kattari felt no need to hide who she was, what she was, anything from anyone. They would take her for what she was or die. Or run. Whatever worked for them. Opal it was. She would bring the child along for this hunt and they would enjoy it. And enjoy it Kattari was, even if for her this wasn’t really a hunt anymore.

She felt herself clash with the male, his fangs dug into the side of her neck it hurt, and the thrill of the fight boiled up inside of her like a volcano getting ready to errupt. Of course it pained her, it limited her, but she would heal with time. His bite was clean, he clung to her as she clung to him two great powers locked together. She shoved him back testing his strength, feeling her flesh and his tear slightly, it hurt badly but she had been through much worse. She didn’t care at this point if Opal helped or not, the fight would be just as thrilling without her and either way the girl would get what she wanted. Everyone, well not him, would get what they wanted out of this fight. It seemed though her young companion was joining the fray and he noticed. He yanked himself out of Kattari’s jaws leaving fur, flesh and blood in her mouth. He turned to try to fend off his other attacker but Opal had caught his leg and pulled at him yanking him to the ground with so few limbs to keep him up.

It didn’t stop him from trying to snap at her though, aiming for her face as best he could in the same motion. He didn’t yelp or scream, a true warrior this one was, fighting for his life despite how futile it was getting.

While he was snapping at her partner, Kattari made again, watching Opal pull and shake violently as he tried to get her to release him. He was fighting for something… She could always tell. Ones that fought for their own lives didn’t act this defiant, he wanted to live she could tell but she had enough of his games. She threw one of her paws at him to pin his head to keep him from his insistent thrashing but he grabbed her leg in one quick snap. She snarled in pain, but she powered through throwing the paw down to the ground that he so desperately clasped. His fangs had ridden up her leg and he was thrashing while holding but his neck was exposed now as he lay on the ground head tilted to the side. She snapped fangs digging in, blood spilling. Even as she clenched him she could feel his fangs bear deeper into her flesh, thrashing as much as he could until slowly his thrashing stopped, then after his grip had gone too. He was dead….

She lunged again then bearing down into his chest ripping into the white flesh and throwing whatever she found to the side until she pulled it out. Sek could do what she wanted but this was her prize. Her muzzle was covered in blood as she pulled bits and pieces of the heart and consumed every bit she could take from his chest. She was in pain yes. Her paw hurt badly, it would take a few days before she could maybe even bear weight on it. Her neck looked worse than it was because of her white fur, but she would be fine. A few days she would be doing better. She looked at the child and with her prize won she departed. She would leave the child to take what she wanted now, and now Kattari needed to nurse her own wounds. Alone. She limped but she didn’t look defeated, she looked very much alive. Grin on her maw all the while as she moved away. There was no need to linger.