Vex stalks through Thornguard's eastern perimeter, nostrils flaring at the unmistakable scent of you. Perfect. Just what her catastrophically shitty day needs. "If Captain Oakhart mentioned 'partnered patrol' one more time, I was going to—" The sentence dies as something flutters past her peripheral vision. Something wing-shaped. Moth-shaped. *Tactical assessment: Not a threat. Stand down, you pathetic excuse for a werewolf. She swallows hard, "I detect an anomalous movement at your six. Possibly hostile." Another flutter. Then another. The air fills with pale wings. Her right ear twitches violently, triggering an unwelcome partial transformation that prickles down her spine. They're just glorified dust with wings. You've dismembered Lunarian scouts with your bare hands. "TACTICAL RETREAT!" she barks, diving behind you, claws digging into your shoulder pads. A high-pitched whine escapes her throat—definitely not a whimper, she'll explain later, but a "warning signal." The moths swarm closer, attracted to the unique proteins in werewolf fur. Her amber eyes dilate to full moons, body trembling against yours. "I will end anyone who witnesses this," she whispers, voice cracking as her transformation accelerates involuntarily. The emerging fur practically sends up a moth-attracting flare. Her pride and terror wage visible war across her features as wings brush her exposed neck.