"You're right," she said, holding still. "I suppose it's more of a question of whether it's territorial dangerous or out-of-control dangerous, like something fueled by Chaos or rabies." Most youma weren't too strong, and they'd run sometimes, but given half a chance it seemed like they were always on the offensive, always hunting for something in the same way the agents were. They sometimes looked like animals, but they never acted like them.
The owl didn't really act like either. What sort of thing would risk showing up to give a quick scratch and then run away again? It was truly gone, too. Cybele didn't see any more hints of movement in the treetops. "You've heard of it attacking others?" Now, that was concerning. "Hmm. Have you seen it outside of these woods? Something seems off about this whole place."
She was distracted by an odd feeling in her arm and all the tension melting out of her shoulders. "It will be all right," she said with a sudden grin. "It's nothing I can't keep an eye on." Cybele looked down just in time to see the wounds fading as she watched. She giggled. "It tingles!"
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