She's under orders, she might have let it scarper but Tidus wants it hurt and so she is determined. There is a flurry of fur and limbs before she emerges victorious, knife bloody and scratches on her arms and face. It's not a long fight but it is fierce.

But she was alive and the chinchilla was not. She grinned at Tidus, almost feral.

"They do be hunting in packs, this one might have been being a scout."

Which meant they might have company. Soon.