Firefly Glen sorry for staring, but

Adrenaline rushed through her veins, driving the girl in a way she’d not experienced before. Her stomach twisted and churned with uncertainty, worry, fear—but dulled were those feelings by the instinct to react, to protect oneself. A snarl met her and so did teeth, movement pushing the latter towards her. Several steps back, an effort to avoid his teeth, confrontation, this moment—until those retreating steps took on a new shape and the young Ostrega sprung forth, mouth agape and teeth seeking purchase wherever they might find it.

All the while she remained blinded to her actions, the dark curtain of rage drawn down around her.