Alexis' head perked once more as she heard quiet mewing. She felt the bundle of fur hit the side of her head, her trusty silver fox latching onto the side of her head. "Rayne! Not the time for attacking Alexis' face!" The runt fox was really small, smaller than Alexis' head. His paws were strategically placed so his soft belly touched her ear. Her disapproval of his activities didn't seem to thwart him as he began to scamper in an orbit around her head. She yelped and fell down as he blocked her vision, her arms flailing wildly as the fox darted around her head and neck. "Rayne! I am fighting right now!" she exclaimed, getting a mouthful of fox paw. Suddenly, a sharp growl emerged from above them and Rayne stopped moving, standing on the ground above her head. Alexis yelped in pain as the wolf stepped on her exposed midriff, it's claws digging in, forcing a royal blue liquid from the wounds that had the same consistency as blood.
Alexis grabbed the creature's leg in vain, trying to lift the several hundred pounds of angry fur off her. "You're in trouble." she murmured, frost expanding around her, making her eyelashes trimmed with white. In a flash, an enormous growl emitted as Rayne transformed into a giant white fox, almost 7 feet tall and six along. Easily, her fox grabbed the considerably small male werewolf by the neck, broke it, and threw him aside like a rag doll. He moved, then, like a nervous horse, his footsteps light as he moved around her body, constantly eying the wound on her stomach. "Don't worry, Rayne. I'm fine. My stomach just hurts a bit." She moved her right hand and stroked the muzzle of the large fox. "Good job, by the way."