Mab frowned as Ringer decided to stay her ground. Very well then. Her speech though becomes more modern. Absolutely understandable. "Grimalkin you may defend the door against the foolish. Indulge yourself." Her gaze on Ringer stayed for a moment longer. "Such a question's answer would cost more than you could pay." And with that she turned and walked toward the fox. The malk made a sound that was disturbingly like laughter, the large pads of it's feet making it easy to walk across the top of the snow toward the girl.

Walk is really the wrong word, it's definitely a stalk and a cat that big has very long teeth and very sharp claws. As he stalked forward, his eyes lifted to the girl with homicidal eagerness. He gathered his body and leapt at her claws slashing and it might just be coincidence but it's across her upper chest with the potential to sever her backpack straps if it was still on her person. When it did it let out a scream somewhere between that of a mountain lion and bending metal.