Ocellus smacked him on the flat of his back with a hoof, where his chitin was thickest, and hard enough that it made a loud cracking sound. Not hard enough that there was any visible damage, though that seemed to settle the matter for most of the watching changelings. “Someone went feral,” she whispered, so quietly that even Sarah had trouble hearing her. She didn’t say anything else, not until traffic was moving again and they weren’t standing in the back of a silent crowd.