To her the cold of their boreal forest was a friend. A creature she could feel living and breathing through the pads of her paws. She inhaled and she felt that the snow and ice shifted just slightly. She could and would snuff out anything that threatened her home for this was her domain. She was the queen here, the master of this element that plagued this place year round. And truthfully she relished in that sort of control. That power. Her eyes flicked around the snow laden ground as she walked her way to the cave. She held with her jaws a limp body, one of a passing by domestic cat to be exact. A poor fellow who just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. Congealed blood hung off the tattered and claw stricken corpse as she entered the cave. It took her a few strides more to make it to the prison of sharp icicles that marked where her little capture was held. "Surely you are hungry." She began after she placed the body on the ground.

Raising a paw she slowly lowered it and one of the icicles keeping the young feline incarcerated melted down into a puddle of water. "I brought you something to eat." The flesh of another cat, how morbid. But to her it was one of the most succulent meals she could have. Slowly her claws moved and dug into the corpse. Cutting the flesh and tearing off bits as blackened red blood oozes sluggishly out. Her eyes flicked up to the kid and she smirked slowly as she moved toward the other with a chunk of meat hanging from her paw. "Say ah." If he didn't then she guessed she would have to do things the hard way.

''You can't. Or perhaps you just won't, hmm. The woman spoke the words casually as she held the piece of bloodied meat in her grasp. She was humored by the youth and she could smell his fear. This must be his first time being the one that was stepped on. The Coalition lived on and they would understand that they had done nothing to stop them. Just because they....killed him didn't mean that they were scattered or broken. She was not broken. She was not the one that just took out the trash when summoned. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she flicked her tail across the air, pulling on rounded ear back as she heard someone else approach. Her eyes though didn't leave the kid as he spoke and she couldn't help the snort that left her throat. This was not about starving him and making him sit in a cell till he rotted, although it was an idea, no. She was going to force him to consume the flesh of his own. ''Just a little bastard spat out by some Typhoon wench.'' She spoke the words uncaringly, it was no mistaking that COTC and the Typhoon were not friends and would most like remain the most heinous enemies and it would continue with this kid.

Moving forward then she aimed to suddenly grab the kid by the back of his head, twisting him around to look up at her. Gleaming eyes watched him almost solemnly before she moved to try and grab his jaws, pull them wide open before then she would force the flesh down his throat, coating his tongue with the blood of the fallen cat. From there she would then attempt to force his mouth closed, holding it tightly so he couldn't spit anything out and would be forced to swallow. ''Be a good kid and chew your food. Eat all of it and I'll maybe be lenient with you. After all I bet they are working hard in trying to come and rescue you. So good behavior would be great unless you want to go back to them in pieces, or as vomit from my stomach.'' She wouldn't have any issues with eating the young feline if he decided to become more of a problem.

The moment that little teeth sank into her paw and tore her flesh she allowed a hiss to leave her throat. One of pain but of something else. Joy? Something in between? She was alive and she felt it but she also knew that it was supposed to hurt. Swiftly the woman jerked back her paw in an attempt to pull the boy to her. Her eyes flashed darker and the ghoul in her screamed out to tear his head from his body. The transgression not lost on her but she held herself together. What there was left to hold back anyway. Her other claw was swift to deal punishment and she attempted to unsheathe her claws and tear them across the young kit's back. "You've moxy but I would be careful with that if I were you..." She began in a whisper as she tilted her head a bit.

Although she had seen how he looked, how he seemed to have enjoyed that small taste. Was it something he was trying to hide? A wild laugh left her jaw then as she looked at the child. "You're a little monster just trying to hide. Does mommy know? Why not let it show? You could eat all you want to if you did. No starving and no hiding." It's sad, she almost wanted to say but this was an enemy and their child was going to be at her mercy just like any other Typhooner.