The feline payed little heed to the fox, not even caring to recognize that she was there. He was much too occupied with his own actions, how they reflected on him, and how they would seem to the others.... his twisted sense of honor and valor almost compelled him to apologize, but his misplaced pride would stop him before he did that, and he knew that all too well. All he could think about currently was; what if she had not cried.... would I have stopped? or would i have fought untill the bitter end and killed her....