Juna finished the shape against the claws and drove light through her trapped collar into the strangling hand.
The rabbit shrieked as burned fingers sprang apart, and Juna dropped toward the stone beneath that grip.
She landed on both hands and one knee, dragging the next breath through her injured throat like gravel.
The rabbit bounded away across the western stone, still shrieking, with her burned wrist clutched tight against her heaving chest. She scrubbed it against pelt and rock, but neither surface could take the heat out of those blistered, twitching fingers.
Juna lowered her head and settled the practiced shape through the three Wings above her shoulders.
Their span widened overhead without adding another Wing to the gathering, and moonlight traced her back.
