Brigid growls, picking herself up. She rolls her her shoulders, feeling the bruises fade away. There are angels here and she isn't so gone into the wolf that she thinks she can take on an angel most especially not an archangel.

Her fangs don't disappear, but she pulls some of her claws back in. Her eyes fade into blue at the edges, the brown shining through.

Brigid pushes herself to her feet, and says nothing, just standing there. Her head cocks to the side, hearing the angels speaking. They haven't said anything to her, directly.

She might need to meditate a bit more than she has been.