((For the record, the reason Shadow called you 'girl' is because he[Shadow] does not care about you all that much... and maybe I was a little lazy... but the point is Shadow really only knows you[max] as 'girl'.))
Shadow shrugs, his anger at the other feline almost palpable in the air around him. His good eye had narrowed to a slit, and that eye was fixed firmly in the direction the creature, which was neither as young nor as innocent as its appearances would make it seem, had left. The sadist in him showed Shadow exactly what he would do to this 'Angel' given the chance. It was not pretty. The fact that it was he who had inflicted that would upon the fox, quite possibly the only one of his small pantheon of friends who was still breathing, was ever present in his mind, but he blamed his own actions on the mention of Nerull. He cursed the diety to the full extent of his ability, uttering low curses in every language he knew.