Fhera walked slowly, moving by Selabyss' side. Did he get bigger? she thinks to herself, but still continues to hiss at the people against the wall, watching as they begin trying to make their retreat, Selabyss' last halting of their knife being what was needed to say they didn't stand much chance in their minds. They scrambled against the walls, most making their way out the door and the one near the alter with the scratched face quickly finding a way out through the back.
Afterwards she looked towards Selabyss, remembering her actions in her human form out of a physical memory, trying to walk close and hug him but as her back legs moved and her front legs fumbled, she tripped over herself, twisting and rolling onto her back. This was confusing until she saw the two paws that were once her hands hanging in the air. A great confusion suddenly came over her, twisting and turning again in a strange frenzy across the ground, almost as if hoping that if she did she would be able to break from the fur to her old self.
Having been raised by humans, she forgot the greatest possible nature to an animal. Like a bird to flight, a fish to swim, and even a newborn to breath, she had no knowledge of transformation. What is this! What is going on! Where are my hands and where is my body! Inside her head she was practically screaming at herself, trying to call out her old self in a way. She continued to roll around until she hit into one of the seating arrangements, knocking her back legs into it which gave her pause.
She simply laid there now staring at Selabyss, the tears flowing from her fur covered face, trying to understand what was happening now. Selabyss. Please. Help me understand. What happened to me? What is going on? she thought, wanting to speak and only a strange meowing coming from under her lips, her eyes pleading for Selabyss' help.