Snippet #2615341

Rosa grumbled under her breath, though she didn't make a scene like a certain other pugilistic person, Human of course. Allan's little fit only confirmed that she was better than these humans. She still didn't understand what the furball was talking about, and it appeared neither would she get a clearer answer. The only thing that she could comprehend in the entire spiel was pure evil. Pure evil like that death-monster. She shuddered against the creepy bug feeling again, though by now that monster had been banished, hopefully, back to where it came from. Still her claws itched to make the killing blow. Even though she reverted back to her original form, the claws hadn't retracted. Closing her hands into fists, she forced the claws back. They can't function when her hands are closed.

Because she couldn't get a better answer, she gave up and turned back to the plains, or where she thought the plains were. "Oh! For crying out loud! How the hell am I supposed fight ANY evil monsters if you keep changing the landscape on me?!"