[ There's too many scents, too many sounds — driving her half-mad through the chaos of new-found Beasthood. She charges at most in her way, not sure which way to go. Everything around her feels like a threat, a foe. Anger and fear and wildness all mixed into one.
Detangling herself from some poor soul who'd ended up on the wrong side of her antlers, leaving them twitching and groaning feebly on the pavement, she finds herself face to face with something new. Another creature. One that's angry, snarling in warning.
Luna lets out a long, low growl of her own. She's not afraid of the wolf. Her head lowers as she starts to stalk slowly to one side, moving closer — glowing eyes watching carefully. ]
cw mention of injury via goring
Detangling herself from some poor soul who'd ended up on the wrong side of her antlers, leaving them twitching and groaning feebly on the pavement, she finds herself face to face with something new. Another creature. One that's angry, snarling in warning.
Luna lets out a long, low growl of her own. She's not afraid of the wolf. Her head lowers as she starts to stalk slowly to one side, moving closer — glowing eyes watching carefully. ]