[The angry screech conveyed the, well, anger well enough, and the body language itself was loud and clear to another Monster with territorial urges. As much as Fang loves rising to challenges, the Monster part urges her to keep moving. This was not her territory.]
[But the difference between them was that moons were waning, and her Bond kept her head clear. The instincts were mere background noises; Fang could recognize the symptoms of feral madness for what it was.]
[She shouldn't leave him be, then. Her own hackles rise, the low rolling growl of jaguar rising with them. A paw-hand reaches up to leave a long scratch in a nearby crate—as if marking it as her own territory. Really, she's just doing her best to provoke the harpy away from the balcony with every bit of territory posturing she can think of. It's a lot harder to do something about him when he's way up there.]
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[But the difference between them was that moons were waning, and her Bond kept her head clear. The instincts were mere background noises; Fang could recognize the symptoms of feral madness for what it was.]
[She shouldn't leave him be, then. Her own hackles rise, the low rolling growl of jaguar rising with them. A paw-hand reaches up to leave a long scratch in a nearby crate—as if marking it as her own territory. Really, she's just doing her best to provoke the harpy away from the balcony with every bit of territory posturing she can think of. It's a lot harder to do something about him when he's way up there.]