[It would be hard to say that Momiji doesn't make for tempting prey.
He's at rest and completely unawares, back turned out beside a street-vendor selling coffee, tarts, and meat-pies to the Shopping District's midday crowd. He's distracted with his lunch as Caren makes her approach, and the idle twitch of his long ears overhead might as well broadcast how unguarded he is, right there out in the open. Easy pickings, really.
Which is to say that he doesn't react before Caren makes her approach--or even before her claws make themselves known at his sides.
Though, as soon as that happens, he reacts a lot. There's an immediate shriek, and instantly the puca is flailing, half-trying to reach back to shove her off, palms thrust out flat and hard towards Caren's face, and half-trying to wrench himself free.]
Owwwwwww! Let go, let go, leggo--somebody help!
[It's even odds, probably turning on how ready Caren is to dig those claws in, whether the puca pitches back and threatens to tip them over into a tangle in the street or manages to pull himself away. In the latter case, though, he'll bolt off like a shot before either of them has a moment to process what's happened, fleeing like his life depends on it.
she pounce
He's at rest and completely unawares, back turned out beside a street-vendor selling coffee, tarts, and meat-pies to the Shopping District's midday crowd. He's distracted with his lunch as Caren makes her approach, and the idle twitch of his long ears overhead might as well broadcast how unguarded he is, right there out in the open. Easy pickings, really.
Which is to say that he doesn't react before Caren makes her approach--or even before her claws make themselves known at his sides.
Though, as soon as that happens, he reacts a lot. There's an immediate shriek, and instantly the puca is flailing, half-trying to reach back to shove her off, palms thrust out flat and hard towards Caren's face, and half-trying to wrench himself free.]
Owwwwwww! Let go, let go, leggo--somebody help!
[It's even odds, probably turning on how ready Caren is to dig those claws in, whether the puca pitches back and threatens to tip them over into a tangle in the street or manages to pull himself away. In the latter case, though, he'll bolt off like a shot before either of them has a moment to process what's happened, fleeing like his life depends on it.
Prey instincts kind of suck.]