Noctisardor Bypass valar morghulis

once heda had been trained in the focus of a warrior by the wolves of duskfire glacier. and though for many years now she had not needed to be so fierce, druid's attack came as such an unexpected shock that her instincts were immediate.
amadeo would not come before they collided, injured and bloodied by anselm as he was. and she hoped, she was glad now that he was not here to witness her transformation.
pivoting, she felt her sister's teeth close around her nape and jerked until the closure slid to one side. "ezra! no! no!" she's sick she's sick she's sick your auntie druid is sick don't touch her but no way to say it but with a note of desperation in her voice.
rage warred with cold instinct, warred with surprise and love. at first skaigona only grappled to hold druid, to pin her, but if the efforts went on, she felt her self-control waning rapidly toward a blinding fury.