Brigid's mouth pulls back into a smile, revealing the blood on her fangs. She crouches, going to all fours. The transformation isn't quite complete, because she's still struggling against it, not wanting to hurt anyone.

The roar gets one echoed back at her. Brigid isn't the shy, retiring, sweet girl that everyone has come to know. Now, she's a werewolf defending territory.

Her claws dig into the soft ground under her. She almost lunges forward, but just circles, going for that tail.