your touch is atomic

ISLA There is no much smarter woman scenario for Isla, because of course she has no idea that Remi even has a raccoon shift these days, and even if she did, she'd not assume every single one in King's End could be the Lullaby. Of course, all that changes when the insignificant ball of fluff between her paws begins to grow exponentially, and now it's the tigress's turn for ears and whiskers to flatten back. The difference, of course, is that Isla knows exactly what she's looking at, and gods if it's not the cherry on the fucking top of a bad day. Jaws snapping shut, she instantly slinks back, already shifting into something with less fur and a voice with which she might express herself. "I thought you said you weren't coming here any more," she says into the ringing silence left in the wake of their respective dick-swinging.