"I believe," Kulimlim paused to take in a deep breath, "that he was talking to me."  She said to Kestriel, her gaze strong and unafraid.  He too had the strong scent of of human blood running under his flesh.  The dryness in her mouth was still there, but her caution outweighed her instinctive urge to feed.  Besides, when it came to preference, the taste of impending tragedy and sorrow that came from an expectant mother was so much more delicious than the old blood of an experienced warrior.<br/><br/>Kulimlim may have intended to say more, but she fell silent, alerted by a new set of footsteps.  She turned suddenly, feeling a holy power approaching the library.  It had been with them earlier, and she had chosen to ignore it.  The message of the avatar had been too important.  Now, Kulimlim eyed the young girl suspiciously, and she made no effort to hide the contempt in her eyes, which had become more beast-like.<br/>Keeping her eyes locked on the girl, Kulimlim instinctively licked her lips.  She looked delicious.<br/>"What are you doing here little girl?" She asked, her silent feet starting to circle the girl.  The question might have sounded strange, for when the mananagal was untransformed, she did not seem that much older than the human.  Kulimlim had no real intention on attacking the young one, but she felt compelled to study her and treat her like a threat.