Luna watched the girl leave, offering a choice growl at the succubus before standing to follow, not even asking to be excused... anyone with half a brain would know not to mess with a semi-feral werewolf the morning after the full moon. She followed the scent of Rachel, such as it was... it was more like NOT following a scent... She followed her to the bathroom, reigning in her inner beast now she was safe from the succubus.<br/><br/>"Rachel? Phoar..." She recoiled at the sharp tang of the girl's arousal in her nostrils, flinching as her predatory instinct tells her that this prey is ripe for the hunting. "Relax... these feelings... aren't yours..." She flinched again, struggling with the aroused scent in the smaller, less crowded bathroom. "If you can't discard them... this never fails to cool someone's jets..." She gives the girl a few moments to try and discard them like any form, if unsuccessful she leans close to whisper in gory, excruciating detail, a deer she hunted some time prior. Unless someone has a serious gore fetish, there's nothing easier to kill someone's sex drive long enough to allow them some self control.