I cannot get my lips to uncurl nor can I get my teeth to not snow. My ears are pushed against my skull, as I am not entirely aggressive. There is a certain...fear, that I will not be able to control the fierce warriors of Iromar. That I will not be able to kill them all with my own jaws as they come to kill me one by one. My body is tensed and reach to pounce, but I do not strike out to Aithne.

Instead, my form remains put, although occasionally I spit out an extra snarl. My yellow eyes are fixated, waiting and watching her ever little move. My mind had a hard time processing everything right, that this was the Aithne I knew before and not some huntress out to rip away my own throat as retribution. I am focused to block Aithne from Reian, to prevent any harm to her and perhaps my fierceness will scare Aithne away. Perhaps she will run back to Iromar and spread word of my name, for all to fear Siren and tremble in her wake!

Yet Reian moves around me, her words ringing through the air like melodic birds. I am so fixed and focused on Aithne, waiting for her to make the wrong move, but Solaris comes so suddenly by my side since I was so tied in with the emerald eyes of Aithne. I feel the tension from me melting a bit with the words of the female Empress slowly repeating in my mind, words of how she would not harm me attempt to process. It isn't until I feel the white fur of Solaris that my nose wiggles and my lips find some sort of solace again.

I then was able to notice Aithne's position, Ruby and Obsidian silencing their desires for blood and death in curiosity. I feel the warmth of Solaris combined with the mixture of words from Reian. I find that my mind is frazzled, unable to completely process the words of either Reian or Solaris at this point, as only Aithne's words repeated in my head as my ears slowly begin to perk again and hackles slowly fall like a dove's feather. I find that my nose temporarily finds a home within Solaris' fur, a comfort of sorts inhaling his scent. My eyes remain glued to Aithne and her lowered form though, and after a moment as Solaris' voice booms, I find my paws breaking my form from Solaris, walking past Reian with a face most neutral and perhaps panicked.

I am much smaller than Aithne, and she does bow lower than me, thus it was easy for my paws to lift and land on her side by her right shoulder and neck. My face makes an immediate, awkward dive into her fur, sniffing and smelling her from fur to skin if she allows. I act perhaps like a neurotic squirrel, digging for lost acorns as I then find my tongue licking at her fur and ear.

"Aithne would not hurt me, hm? No, no, no, Aithne is not like them, no, right? Solaris and Reian can tell, can'y they? They can tell, and they do not bite Aithne, Aithne will not hurt me, right, right?" I say quick like a cat, my nose flinging away from Aithne to get reassurance from both Solaris and Reian, my paws remaining on Aithne in a more innocent, puppy like manner than anything. I seek them for their faces will not lie to me, they will know if Aithne had come to bring harm. My focus is more alive now than before when Aithne's words repeated in my head over both Reian and Solaris, but now that I am all ears again.