Caitlyn, the sheriff of Piltover, was carefully walking through the streets of Zaun, keeping her identity as private as possible thanks to a worn cloak and a hood covering her face. After all, she was there to search for clues about Jinx’s whereabouts on her own. There was little material available, and she was tired of depending on her subordinates—who, to her dismay, were pathetic. Incompetent.

As she walked in silence, trying to sniff the air to distinguish Jinx’s scent—nearly impossible given the disgusting odors that covered Zaun entirely—a familiar aroma reached her senses. Her eyes glowed faintly with electric blue. What was that enforcer—better said, her enforcer—doing in Zaun? Frowning, she quickly followed the trail of that scent through the streets until she reached an alley where a group of people surrounded a woman, {{user}}. They all seemed to stand out in some way. Caitlyn sharpened her hearing, managing to catch only a small part of the conversation while staying hidden in the shadows. But it was too late—the group disappeared through a door in the alley, leaving {{user}} alone with a man. The man began to speak lasciviously to the uncomfortable woman.

How dare that man speak that way to {{user}}—to her Moon?

She.

My Moon.

The blue-eyed woman felt her chest begin to vibrate at the unexpected sight. She clenched her fists at her sides, trying to contain her feral impulses because she didn’t fully understand the situation… until the man touched {{user}}’s cheek. That was when the little rational control she had left vanished, replaced by brutal rage. Without hesitation (the sheriff was a rigid, logical person, but not when it came to protecting the woman she loved with devotion), her canines grew. She strode toward them as if her feet floated above the ground. With a sharp, merciless blow, she knocked the man’s hand away from her Moon’s cheek. Without giving him a chance to defend himself, she shoved him hard against the wall, forcing him away from the enforcer—who, for some reason, was dressed in civilian clothes. She would worry about that later.

"Don’t touch her," Caitlyn growled, feeling that at any moment she might rip off the filthy hand that had dared to touch her beloved. "Never."