The patience she had cultivated while playing the 'cautious partner' for Johnn, the restraint she had forced upon herself to keep their act believable, snapped. All the suppression, all the suppressed urge to cut loose that had been building since they entered the forest, manifested in a single, cold shift of her aura.
"It's a shame," she murmured, her voice laced with a clinical, detached edge. "You're all magnificent specimens. But Johnn has been doing all the heavy lifting lately, and I'm long overdue for a release."\
She dropped into a low, predatory crouch. Every acquired trait within her biological tapestry seemed to hum in unison, waiting for the signal. Her pupils narrowed into sharp slits as Acute Predator Awareness and Vibration Sensitivity mapped every single target in the 360 degree range of her Compound Vision.
She could feel their heartbeats, smell the sap in their veins, and hear the grinding of their wooden joints as if they were amplified.
