when the sky turns gray and everything is screaming
His paw did not smack against her body as she darted away, and for that he felt thankful. He leaned back on his haunches and sat, head rising far above the cat now. His lip would bleed for a while, he was sure, and in his human form may even require a stitch or two. Or, Delphine could heal them if she so chose. The last time he came home with a scar from another injury healed magically, by hands not hers, she had a reaction about it. This time, if she wanted to, he would let her hands bring his skin and sinew back together.
The bear turned his attention back to the leopard and nodded his head. Noah Olson. He gave her his name, lowering himself back to rest on all four paws. I've not done a lot of fighting in this form, it is new to me. He admitted to her, though there was some part of him that thought she may have guessed that. He hadn't predicted that the feeling of his teeth sinking into her flesh would have caused him such a tumultuous reaction -- half of him loving it, half of him not. His entire attuned life, until the last year, had only been in the form and mind of a reindeer. These predators were changing him in ways he had shrugged off when talked of by other, older attuned.
i will reach inside just to find my heart is beating
