We were chasing the thunder inside the storm;

Mira believed it to be true. Wolves were cunning creatures, much like their feline counterparts. Only there were more of them than felines, felines often choosing to live solitary lives. She raised a brow in surprise at his critical comment, peering at him from the corner of her eye while the movie played. "You would be surprised what a few wolves could accomplish." A snarky little grin formed upon her features. Wolves were known to work with one another and were able to take down impressive prey as a result, including mountain lions. Teamwork was something a tiger did not possess. Unless it were a were, of course, than all the odds were stacked pretty evenly all around. But sometimes numbers were all one needed.

She had witnessed firsthand what wolves were capable of, especially what werewolves could take down. They were much larger and stronger than their wolf brethren. The pack could be an iron force when working as an intricate and precise unit, each one playing a part for the eventual take down. Fortunately, it was only a movie. However, a cat like Kahn ruled with fear and manipulated with the emotions much like a human, similar to the way a psychopath were could. Kahn was acting far more human with the way he tormented the pack as well as Raksha and his personal vendettas against man. The truth was, the tiger was older and the wolves outnumbered him, also, the creature was blind in one eye. The predator within her zoomed in on his weaknesses without meaning to.

Those fuzzy characters on the screen held a certain emotional place within her, as silly as it sounded. It was deeply embedded within her since her childhood. A childhood long gone that she wondered if it even existed. It made her wonder terrible thoughts she didn't really want to know the answer of. Did they really care for her if they could make a deal with someone like Negan? It made her think of what she had lost. It made her think about the situation she was been thrown into, where a dictator ruled by fear alone. She could see some similarities within that cruel tiger and her once alpha. She was more alone now, than she ever had been. She made a few idle comments, devouring another cookie, her eyes watching the creatures on the screen. She felt warm, sated, and safe within the confines of the pillow fort, those other worries that passed through her mind were still there but they felt out of reach. She rested her chin on her hand, a gesture her inner wolfess would make. She would be damned if she let the past ruin a movie that she once cherished as a kid.

Tetradore spoke. "Its true, I doubt that he would have made it passed Bagheera bringing the boy to them." It was no secret that male cats were not the maternal type. But the whole point of this movie was to relate to the animals as if they had emotions like people. Disney did a good job at drawing you in with those emotions, to make you relate to the protective and maternal love of Raksha and the quirks and likability of all the other animals. Even Bagheera was a softy at heart, yeah the cat had seen some things and was wound up pretty tight but it could not be denied that he truly did care.

Tetradore uttered his cheeky little comment. She rolled her eyes half-heartedly, of course, go after the wolf's intelligence. She wrinkled his nose at his comment, hiding the smirk that threatened to form on her face. She snickered out loud, nudging him with her foot. "Heeey, she cared for him. That's what matters. Hey at least she didn't bring the boy to a bunch or predators like a box of cookies! She teased back, bringing up the almost maternal instinct of the male panther. She also referred to the cookie carnivores they had become, devouring almost every last one of those tasty morsels. She blamed Disney, yup, they humanized everything and gave misleading hope. But damn it. It might not make sense but it didn't feel wrong. But it was wrong, Disney was so very wrong. The world didn't work out how it did in Disney movies. Nope, it was a ruthless and cold, much like that tiger that instilled so much fear. In the real world, the bad guy had a knack of winning.

What she didn't expect was that in the dim lighting and familiarity of the movie that she felt the slight tug of sleepliness, making those eyes lids a little heavy. She fights it, shifting here and there, trying her best to focus on the movie to fight off the sleep. But damn it was all warm and comfy and the heat coming off of Tetradore's body next to her felt way too soothing. For a moment all those worries that plagued the woman's mind was temporarily chased away.

I'd rather be dangerous;

MIRA RAMOS