She strode as if she owned the place, having only been there for a couple of hours, the Jaguar was already convinced she was the top predator, that no one would interfere her hunting ground, not even the vampire beside her. Walking on her powerful yet short legs, she surveyed the land, her eyesight keen, her smell keener.<br/><br/>As the car approached, she did not shy away from it; instead she immediately stalked up to it and laid her claws against the fine black paint, the screeching of nails on metal painful to any nearby, the four parallel lines ruining the sleek paint job. Satisfied, she glared back at the vampire before climbing into the dark interior and settling against the far door, curled into a ball, her head against resting on her crossed front paws. She waited there, tongue partly out, and watched the vampire as he climbed in after her.