It was lucky, for the werecat, that Beau wasn’t a friend and not a foe. As focused as she was on what she was hunting, he could easily have attacked her and she wouldn’t have seen it coming. However, he was impressed at just how focused she was.
Beau flashed a grin as the cat turned to face him, a little surprised possibly relief. He didn’t understand the relief; maybe she realized he wasn’t there to harm her and he wasn’t what she had been tracking. Her grumbling that the one she had been tracking wasn’t her food and the aggravation that followed had him give a soft chuckle. This was delightful.
Then her rant begin; a vomit of words that rambled out as she explained what had happened. Concern flashed across his face as she stated the man had not only held her up at gun point, but had the gall to also hit her with his gun even though she had complied. This woman had a serious amount of control.
Again, he was impressed.
“So, you are telling me that you are upset that a thief hit you even though you complied with what he wanted? Oh the gall that a thief has no honor,” he teased her lightly. A thief was a thief and he believed there to be no honor amongst thieves at all. She should have expected something. “You do realize that had he done his job completely, you would be dead, right? That he should have left no witness behind?” He asked with a raised brow. “He obviously has some sort of conscience…” he then added.
“And now that you have tracked him here? What are you expecting to do?” He wondered if she was going to go all vigilante and go all wereanimal on the shithead that had done her wrong. “If you are going to go make him pay for his crime… do you have a mask?” He then grinned. He was all for being a masked hero.