Ellie hopped up onto the cabinet and began to scrabble at it, trying to get it away from the door. From where she was, however, she couldn't get it open--she just spent half an hour scratching and scrabbling at the metal, yipping snarling howling in frustration.
And ruining her claws.
Ellie finally stopped, when, as before, her paws hurt too much. She pulled away from the door and began to lick her paws, starting with the left and moving to the right.
Something howled in the distance. Ellie's ears pricked and then flattened, and she responded, longer but higher pitched than the howl in the distance.
It responded, and Ellie bared her teeth, before starting to pace around despite her bloody paws. She was limping, but didn't seem to notice as she patrolled the office space, marking her territory in a few spaces, like it would keep the apparent challenger away.
A couple of laps later, Ellie settled in the middle of the room, staring at the door with fierce intensity as she lapped at her wounds.
Something shuddered down her spine, the first hint that dawn would be soon. Ellie growled and stood up, feeling unsettled and angry. She turned away from the door, slinking to the wall across from it.
Then she wheeled about and rushed the door, head braced for impact.
The wood buckled and sagged outward, a head-sized hole in the wood. She staggered backwards and managed to fall off of the cabinet, tumbling backwards and hitting the floor, dazed.
she'd probably try to eat it tbh
And ruining her claws.
Ellie finally stopped, when, as before, her paws hurt too much. She pulled away from the door and began to lick her paws, starting with the left and moving to the right.
Something howled in the distance. Ellie's ears pricked and then flattened, and she responded, longer but higher pitched than the howl in the distance.
It responded, and Ellie bared her teeth, before starting to pace around despite her bloody paws. She was limping, but didn't seem to notice as she patrolled the office space, marking her territory in a few spaces, like it would keep the apparent challenger away.
A couple of laps later, Ellie settled in the middle of the room, staring at the door with fierce intensity as she lapped at her wounds.
Something shuddered down her spine, the first hint that dawn would be soon. Ellie growled and stood up, feeling unsettled and angry. She turned away from the door, slinking to the wall across from it.
Then she wheeled about and rushed the door, head braced for impact.
The wood buckled and sagged outward, a head-sized hole in the wood. She staggered backwards and managed to fall off of the cabinet, tumbling backwards and hitting the floor, dazed.