Vara had hoped to make some sort of truce with these humans, but it seemed there was none to be had.  The creature he had become was fast, faster than any of the wolves Vara had seen, hybrid or otherwise.  As he approached the gunner and ripped the man to shreds, blood splattered in the air, hitting Vara immediately.  It smelled of metal, a familiar scent, and its strength only continued to grow as Geraint went after their other assailants.  She stood in shock for a moment, until the screams invaded her ears.  With a leap, she grabbed the ledge above them and pulled herself on to it, finding only bits and pieces of the humans who had laid the trap.<br/><br/>It was darker up here, the chem light did not shine enough to cast light on to the upper level.  She squinted, her eyes adjusting to the lack of light, trying to find Geraint in the shadows.  She could smell him, he was still near by but she had no idea how he would react to her in his current form.<br/><br/>“Geraint...” She tried to reach out across the link they shred, but the void seemed to be all that echoed back to her.  She had never seen anything like him.   The shift had seemed reactionary, almost as if he were another being entirely in that form.  Vara drew in a shaky breath.  Whoever set the trap was dead, they were no longer a concern, but she had no idea if she would be able to stand toe to toe with this shadow wolf, if it decided she was also an enemy or prey.