[It's amazing, how she'd forgotten the moons' influence. It'd scarcely been a month (a tense, restless, helpless month) of being magic-starved, and following the whispers against her nerves was just as easy as letting anger take the help. The Chimera pinned beneath her was a prey creature and a challenger rolled all into one; instinct, spurred by pain and fury and the moons, held the same answer for both. The Turnskin's head lunged forward with a snarling growl, fangs bared, towards Kaede's throat.]
[But it was that same surge of instinct that froze her in place, sharp predator's teeth pressed lightly against skin. She's one of yours. Stop. One of Fang's pack. Kaede was Chariot's, her fellow Bonded, and by extension, hers.]
[Fang pulled back slowly, the storm beating on her back, her features settling into a bristling wariness. Was that enough?]
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[But it was that same surge of instinct that froze her in place, sharp predator's teeth pressed lightly against skin. She's one of yours. Stop. One of Fang's pack. Kaede was Chariot's, her fellow Bonded, and by extension, hers.]
[Fang pulled back slowly, the storm beating on her back, her features settling into a bristling wariness. Was that enough?]