[A chill runs down her spine at that smile and she jerks away, apparently giving up on protecting her meal and fight or flight starting to seriously consider the latter.
Strangers are weird. She's always been nervous around people not like her—and sometimes also people that are like her, a foggy thought tries to remind her—so she twitches a bit when he crouches. But he doesn't seem to be approaching, so she just watches with wide eyes.]
Don't catsplain to me. I know what I'm doing.
[Still mouthy, even when she's scared.]
You never know with humans. Half of you kill more for fun than food.
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Strangers are weird. She's always been nervous around people not like her—and sometimes also people that are like her, a foggy thought tries to remind her—so she twitches a bit when he crouches. But he doesn't seem to be approaching, so she just watches with wide eyes.]
Don't catsplain to me. I know what I'm doing.
[Still mouthy, even when she's scared.]
You never know with humans. Half of you kill more for fun than food.