It wasn’t as if they went on killing sprees for fun. They didn’t bother you so long as you didn’t bother them. But if you pushed their buttons, they’d proceed to attack in a snarling, hissing, unholy display of pure fury—giving zero thought to whether their enemies were bigger, stronger, armed, or accompanied by backup. And what was wrong with that?
Well that settles it... my best friend is a Pallas cat shifter. This sounds exactly like her!
