Tellara almost fell back on the druid when she saw her lover seething. Had she done something? was there something wrong with the worgen? tellara wasn't quite sure, but her only thoughts from then were of curling herself up as small as possible. Tellara had been angry before. She had been raging in occasions past, so much so that her transformations twisted horrifically to suit her fiery wild moods. But Tellara had never seen anyone quite as scary as Mora, her claw-like nails extended and sharp teeth bared visciously, as she literally flew into a rage. Tellara's head was between her knees as Mora was in mid lunge, and she was whimpering like a mewling cub, as if her eyes were new to the cruel world around her.<br/><br/>Tellara wanted to shout in protest, but the thought of contradicting or hurting Mora's feelings was more painful than the claws that would dig into flesh. She chose to remain silent, curled up quietly beside the new druid, whimpering softly. Knowing there was nothing to be done, Tellara sat at the sideline, waiting to see if the bound worgen could withstand the mawling she was about to recieve.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>