While she followed Thomas and Damian, Seravi licked her lips deviously, a dark snarl curling her lips once she shifted to her wolf form. She was a smaller black and white wolf, small even by female standards, but she was agile. Hardly any wolf she has met had the ability to match her speed in a fight which was what made her a valuable fighter and why she was glad that Thomas had given her permission to break formation and disperse a bit to give herself more room to fight back. Should the need arise for her to strike out she would be ready to do so without question. Oh, and she was ready for blood alright. The beast within her was howling, clawing at the back of her mind; she could feel her inner self just itching for a fight and it excited her, she could feel the adrenaline flowing through her now... Let these outsiders dare mess with Harmony Shadows. She would turn them into a pile of werewolf confetti before they even knew what hit them!<br/><br/>The fight scene played in her head like an old, broken VHS: she would be standing before the intruders, one would strike at her, and she would rip its throat out before moving to the next one. It would get her leg, but she would sink her fangs into its neck, the warm feeling of blood tickling her lips gently before she tore off a huge chunk of flesh. The wolf would cry in agony but she would be relentless. She would continue doing that until there was no meat left on the neck. Seravi smiled at the mental images, amused with her thoughts, feeling the beast within stir at the thought of battle. The metallic taste of blood could almost be savored on the tip of her tongue even if it was all in her mind. All Thomas had to do was give the word, and she would make quick work of these bastardsâ€¦ andâ€¦ oh shit. She could smell Aidenâ€™s scent amongst them as well, she narrowed her eyes.<br/><br/>This caused her blood to boil more, thinking they might have harmed her in any way. Aiden has been nothing but good to her, though they were not exactly the closest of friends, even if that good heart of hers was something she often found a bit annoying. The thought of her being in danger did not sit well with Seravi at all. Perhaps the howl belonged to a member of the Claws after all? Or perhaps a rogue wolf? If this were the case she was definitely ready for battle.<br/><br/>There was no denying her inner beast craving blood. However, it would appear that no blood was going to be spilled after all. How disappointing. It really pissed her off that she got dragged all the way out here for this. Trotting up to the strangers along with Thomas and Damian, she had to fight back not only a snarl but a growl that threatened to escape her and step out of line. Then her gaze fell to the one who appeared to be having trouble; perhaps this was his first time changing. And even if he had food, the other stranger seemed to be hitting on Aiden. How cute. She snorted at both thoughts. Then she concluded that these people were worthless and they should just turn around and head back where they had food waiting for them rather than deal with this shit. It was too damn early in the morning.<br/><br/>When Thomas introduced her, she temporarily snapped out of her previous state and bowed her head slightly in a respectful way. She chose to stay in her wolf form just to be cautious, showing that she did not trust these strangers even though Aiden and Thomas were being nice to them. If it were up to her, she would have told them to get the hell out of this territory but she stayed in her place. There was no telling when the Claws would show up and she really did not want these people slowing them down should they need to retreat. Then again, if the Claws did show up, she would be able to satisfy her need for blood. That warring side of her was itching to kill, to devour. She had to harm somethingâ€¦ even if it had to be herself she would harm somethingâ€¦ The latter was pushing it a little too far, but once she was in that mindset there was no stopping her.<br/><br/>She was like a rampaging tank.<br/><br/>In the end, perhaps she truly was a weapon. But she was also a wolf looking to defend the only thing that has truly made sense to her for the past few months. There was no way in Hell she was going to give that up.<br/><br/>And so, she forced a careful smile to appear on her expression and a smooth yet friendly â€“as friendly as it was going to get for her- laugh to roll off of her lips. She stayed at a bit of a distance and watched the strangers and surrounding area carefully. Seravi made no efforts to hide that she was not the kind of person who would come over and make friends with you. â€œIf he wants to survive, heâ€™ll have the strength to come with us,â€ she teased. â€œOtherwise Iâ€™m sure he would definitely make a nice meal to feed the ravenous Claws.â€ She couldnâ€™t help but chuckle once again at her own thoughts. She was never one to think positively. And the thought of the newly changed wolf slaughtering a few Claw membersâ€¦ well that was something that was too amusing for her to keep to herself. â€œOr, of course, he could always make a meal out of the Claws himself if he truly is too hungry and weak to make it back to the den and has that kind of strength.â€