Bearclaw Valley open up your skull, i'll be there

being greeted by a plump orange ass while in the midst of a psychotic break was not something athalia could have ever even dreamed of experiencing, and yet here she was.
having spent the last hour and a half or so sitting and gibbering to herself in between dry heaves, she was not exactly the most sharp in the mind at the current moment, and so it took her a good few seconds to even recognize that there was something next to her. when she did, however;
@Ancelin! @Ameline! banshee screeching, unholy expletives flown from betwixt her lips in a garbled salad she herself did not understand. she thrashes, swinging her limbs, and her jaw flies open, teeth lashing down upon the strangely fleshy creature like a hatchet.