Bast hissed almost involutarily, and focussed on ignoring the urge to treat this- this- kwrall like the aforesaid rabbit. She glanced up at John, seeing he was having trouble with similar sentiments.

Funny, though - a while ago it might have been the girl she was upset with, but all she wanted to do right now was have this pretty boy's blood decorating the carpet. She bristled visibly, tail lashing like a loose pylon in a high wind, and growled, long and low, deep in her throat.