[ She does forget, so accustomed to her solitude, to being completely and utterly alone - her thoughts have only ever been her own, with no one to bury into what she might think nor what she might say aloud. Only the trees and the creatures were her friends, and even those prefer her as wolf than girl. Finding comfort and solace here, in a place where she is strangely accepted, is a difficult task, but one that grows easier by the day.

It does feel easier, with Alia. Someone who can see what rests in her mind and does not fault her for it; instead, welcomes it, the darker side with the bright. ]

Am I not the same? I am wolf, teeth, claw and blood. I am a monster, and I have been named it before.

[ Leaning back, she turns into Alia, tilting her head up and closing her eyes, a little breathless. ]

I intend to take it. My claws will sink into his skin and tear the very heart from him. I will eat it, and feel the better for my victories.