Confused and utterly lost, Linna could only curl up and whimper helplessly, trying to clench her thighs together and expel the force invading and splaying her sex from within, helplessly arousing her even as she lay there and squirmed in circles upon the floor. The scent of her own arousal, unwilling drops of love fluid that glistened against her sex, reached her nose and mingled with the scent of the books in the room as she slowly fought a losing battle with the spirits, trying not to allow herself to climax, her sweat-stained body tensed and straining as the room slowly faded to pitch blackness..<br/><br/>And suddenly the flash of lightning, and the spirits were gone. She had no time to think, only react, even as she felt strangely safe and relieved at seeing, feeling.. smelling, warm bodies and physical noises and sounds again, drinking the sensations in like one lost in the desert and stumbling across an oasis. Yet, a soft growl escaping her lips was the only indication of her next action, as she tensed, then leapt at not the wolf, but the feminine human figure itself.<br/><br/>Even then, her mind and body was screaming to her to stop, that these could be her friends, even if she did have the slimmest of suspicions that they might be the ones responsible for everything. But being undecided thus caused her not to put her full strength or ferocity behind the attack, as she clumsily arced through the air too early, heading toward the woman's feet.