Some small part of Priscilla's mind hoped the massive cat would find her too small to be any kind of satisfying meal, but that hope was swiftly crushed as the cat began to approach her. As the ground quaked beneath her, she considered her options. If she stayed right here, she was as good as eaten, and although her only escape route was in the direction of the cat, it looked too large to move very quick (or so she hoped), and she could be quite agile when she needed to. With that in mind, she abruptly dashed towards the gargantuan cat, trying to slip around it and get away.