IN CASE YOU DON'T LIVE FOREVER;; open - sandwich trying

Food? Well the woman could not say she tried anything else. Her diet was strictly meat as her being a ghoul had dictated that long ago. A monster that needed and consumed flesh on a daily basis. Be it her own kind, weaker individuals, or prey animals. She needed it or else she could go into a rather bad rage. It had happened before but thankfully she had been isolated and on her own though the next creature she stumbled upon had not been so lucky. But perhaps she would try something different. Something not so bloodied. Though she doubted that she would even think about something like that. Her eyes watched her son as be seemed to be doing something. Creating something that smelled funny to her nose. Slowly the leopardess made her way over but she paused as she heard Aphra's words. Words that sparked an unbridled anger to rise up in her, ice formed up her limbs as she watched the woman tell her son to shut the hell up. A mistake. A mistake.

She cared about her son unlike with Aphra and her kids. The cold hunter watched Aphra for a moment as she walked up from behind her. Claws stretching from their sheaths. She said nothing, listened to Angel's words before her sharp ice encrusted claws lifted up as she reared on her hind legs to attempt to slash against the back of Aphra's neck potentially leaving deep bloody gashes there. There was no further action taken and instead she focused on her child. Her. Only. Child. "Ruven, hon, tell me what's wrong. What did you eat?" She curled her muzzle as she pushed the sandwich a bit away from the group.