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Ayita gave pause as the two did not seem to let her by. The great cat within her wanted to snarl and rake them with her claws, to teach [i]them[/i] to deny their natural predator. Squashing down that instinct Ayita paced before Frost as Brooker seemed to turn his back to her, a opening the tiger wanted to take. Struggling abreast of the instinct that ruled the primal form, the Alaskan girl struggled to shift to human. Listening to the new mutant, she slightly wanted to bite him herself. A sentiment the tiger shared. If he thought this was irrational then what would he be like in the wild facing down a bear or wolf for food! The food would be horribly raw and scraps of course, but one could not be picky and choice pieces could be carried away if they could be won from such a foe. Ayita winced slightly remembering the failed about of thievery of carcasses. The sting of bites and smack of huge paws. It had taken a few times before she learned to take her raven form, which was so much better to steal with. A fox could be run down, if the victim of her crime was keen enough with hunger to do so.

Bones snapped, Ayita sank her claws into those memories as she felt the remembrance of her human form. It would take time, a fair amount of it to return to human form. But, if the tiger didn't retake her, she saw no reason. Skin was splitting and fur shifting to human 'fur'. She doubted she would be able to keep her human form for long. True it was her natural form, but after this fiasco, she fancied a flight. A flight that would carry her far away from the embarrassment that pure instinct of a tiger had caused. Curse the creature for following a strangeness that had brought her this route and curse her for not recognizing it. Even with ears and a tail, her body warping to human form as she set the bones correctly and the muscles over it, Ayita could feel the need for feathers and flight. The need of being able to be unreadable, a ebony bird among many. Yes, once she was human and had caught her breathe she would shift to raven once more. Then she would leave, but not for good. Her mother's threat still rung true. Even though she hated the woman, there was still some part that wanted merely for her to accept her and knowing that would never happen. She doubted anyone here would miss her for a few days, and if she got lucky perhaps the school would catch on fire and she could fake  her death.

That would not be a bad idea. To fly to the north. Live as she was meant to. Yes, that was a wonderful thought.