Nailah Weaver wrote:With her flight cut short by the sudden onset of, well, cat-thoughts for lack of a better term, Nailah lands in a crouch, back arched and wings splayed up and out, her tail floofed up to easily twice it's normal volume as she hisses at the advancing lion. And then she leaps, aiming to land on the larger cat's back and sink the claws of all four of her limbs into it.
The lion roared and tried to swat Nailah away, as the two wrestled over their territory.