Another sound, another<i>something</i>, made Candra turn her head with a growl.  Already her wounds were beginning to heal, but she was still weak and hurting all over, as if someone had set fire to her body.  The smell of blood was growing stale, stifling her, forcing her to work past that overlying stench toward evidence of another that had entered the battlegrounds.<br/><br/>Her blue eyes narrowed as another form came into view, across the small courtyard-like clearing, and she tensed, awaiting another attack.  If there was another shadow creature like the one she'd just witnessed, she knew she was doomed.  There was no way she could fight it off.  Her growl increased in volume, and she felt herself shifting back to her human form as the moon slid out of sight.  While it was usually easy enough to call up her garou form, her strength was sapped.  Her clothing was ripped, exposing lean, muscled flesh.  The leather jacket was stiff with blood, and Candra knew that it was a loss.  She was certain that she would look quite the mess with the blood and the gore that spattered her from head to toe.