there’s something more freeing in this form rather than the human one, more natural. she was born a girl but this is where she feels the most comfortable ---- where she KNOWS what she’s doing, the master of this world. there’s a breathy huff, sniffing at the air while simultaneously pawing at the dirt below, feeling the way it shifts underneath her claws. scott’s getting better at HIDING, but that doesn’t mean she misses the sound of ruffling from behind the bush.
malia pounces, paws pushing at scott to knock him over. ------ gotcha.
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