She glanced sideways at the men across from her her; they had been trying to catch her for over a hour but hadn't ever come close, 'Did ye realy think ye can catch a cat in a tree?' she in quired coyly, her scotish accent strong. 'It willna work unless I wan it to, I promise you that. I could 'av killed ye many times if I wished and I have na' so why don't ye leave me be?' The her tail reached to her waist and pulled out a daggar and held it high, she held it above her threatingly. I willna' be so gental with ye fer long.'