A nap? If it was a nap that this panther disturbed than she would surely be a hell of a lot less amicable. It would be wise to not disturb this wolf from a sweet dark slumber. She fought tooth and claw to even be standing here today as the wolf the panther saw before her. She tips her head in a wolfish manner, those golden eyes gleaming as though the very sun rested with in her, glowing out from those spheres. "If it were a nap you disturbed, I doubt there would be very much talking. I don't like being woken up." Her mouth parts slightly which only exposed those very ominous ivory incisors while her voice brushes against the mind of a fellow were. A stranger and yet there is a hint of something else. Perhaps that is why she refuses to melt back within the tangled depths of the forest.

The other woman continued to speak. So was she hunting or napping she wasn't quite sure? Was the feline nervous at what that dark little thorn would do? Little did the panther woman know that this very wolf had overcome a pack whose very motto was fight for what you want. That was very often exploited by sheer greed and the desire for more even though there was enough food for all. The fat got fatter and the skinny suffered in famine. They would fight over scraps like the very balance of life depended on it, like savages, and in a way, it still disgusted her. But Mira had always been different, the black sheep if you will. Always forged a new path for herself, one that was always so different from the rest. She hunted her own meals and defended them but nothing more and nothing less. One thing was for damn sure, she was no filthy vulture. But she was an impressive huntress, even within these foreign woodlands.

"You disturbed my hunt.. you see, I had this perfect doe within my sights. Well, I thought felines were silent hunters. I guess I was dead wrong." Amusement stitched within the fabric of her voice. If only she had known that ache to catch something was almost as much as that untamed yearning to run. To let her paws carry her far beyond thoughts and shattered dreams. She let her nails dig into the dirt that gave way beneath them, as though her paw drew a line within that damp ground. Her thick tail remained neutral, despite its desire to curl upward. She was dominant by nature, possessing a heart made of lava.

Despite this, she had fully anticipated that the feline had thought she had wanted her catch. Hell, she all but laid on her prey in such a manner that screamed 'mine'. She was threatened by this midnight wolf that ventured so bravely into her clearing. "You don't need to tie your tail in a knot. I don't want your dead thing." Sarcasm dances alive within her words before she sighed, her demeanour rather nonchalant. But that still didn't resolve the very conundrum that she was still hungry, feeling the rumble of pangs within her belly, all because this one couldn't keep her piglets in a row. "There are ways to make this right.." She offered. There was far larger prey lurking in these woods, surely a small piglet would be a tasty morsel but a deer sounded far more appealing and bigger. "Now I don't need your help. However, with an extra set of teeth, perhaps we can find something far more worthwhile and efficiently." A peace offering perhaps?

Mira Ramos