A shaggy form burst upon her and swiped deadly claws before her face, centimetres from her eyes and stinging her with the air that buffeted her face. A split second managed to pass before she recognized those claws, those eyes. She turned and recognized the silver fur and the way it seemed to shift beneath the light of the moon from silver to black, black to red, once more melding to a silver colour that was uniform all over except splotchy patches of what could only be blood.