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The wrath, the rage, it was unending.

The burning in her throat, her jaws clenching and unclenching, salivating.

The yearning, to rip and tear until she was the only thing standing, to feel the warm blood fill her mouth....she was getting vivid visions. Wolves underneath her, throats torn open, the press of bodies around her as her pack moved as one to the slaughter. These were not pelts Verbena knew, these were not things Verbena knew, visons from whatever has been sending Pennyroyal on his manic journey? Maybe? Hopefully?

She could feel the pulse in the air, the heartbeat of Mythris.

She wanted it in her teeth.

Verbena trotted after her brother, jaws parted, her lips peeling from her teeth.

And then she was smacked in the face with a branch, the action startling her enough to get a grip back on reality, the task at hand. The growl that came from the golden boy was so strange, so unexpected, so out of character, it was enough to ground her fully as the thrum surrounded her heart. Whatever this was, it was enough to set the coward off, whatever this was, she needed to get them out of here as soon as possible.

But that meant getting closer to the source, the one that was drawing Penny in.

So, his shadow was right behind him, as he threw himself into the building.