[taillow]

Looking up from her mouse that she hadn't even gotten to take a bite out of yet, Mirehound blinked. Ah, so perhaps she had misjudged the Enforcers of the Clan. And it was Shadowfur. "Shadowfur," she shot back, tone even as her blue eyes stared up at her former mentor. The intimidation factor may have worked on others, but she knew who he was. He didn't scare her, much as he probably wished he could.

There it was. Feigning a look of shock, which quickly faded into annoyance, she took a moment to take a bite, chew, and swallow before answering. "I was under the impression that crow-food didn't belong on the fresh-kill pile, so I removed it seeing as no one else had yet." A slight challenge. There was a gleam in her eye, wondering if her former mentor would actually toss her into the queen's den for something logical - something that he himself had done not even a quarter moon prior. "I figured it needed to be disposed of away from camp, less we want to shove cats into Elmshadow's den for easily avoidable illnesses."

[ @Cherry~ ]