Deadmoon's moment of calm, eyes closed and flanks moving just barely as she sought respite from the heat in the shade, was quite rudely interrupted by a loud, loud screaming. Jolting upright her head whirred about, until she was able to identify the source of the noise and determine that it wasn't about to kill her. The source as a small kit, attacking the prey pile, and as for the threat level, well. See above: small kit. The kiddo seemed to be looking for attention, or lacked any sort of volume control given how loud she was screeching. It was quite impressive, actually, how much noise fit inside so small a body. Deeming this curiosity worth disrupting her nap, Deadmoon ambled to her feet and in the general direction of the kid.
Whatcha got there? she inquired, once she was within a reasonable speaking distance. She, unlike the kid, had respect for those who might want to sleep.
It looks pretty big for someone so small. Deadmoon added, a teasing lilt to her voice. Occasionally she tempered her somewhat aggressive sense of humor, but her social awareness function didn't fully kick in for a few minutes after waking up, so the kit was probably going to get a slightly harsher version of her than normally chatted to kits. Not that she chatted to kits all that often. @
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