[SE] blood red debts splattered on white snow

Thalassa

Danta steals the words from her mouth and Thal winks his way, fairly certain she won't be trying that hard, especially when Asta shifts and prances into the forest, his fluffy tail bobbing adorably behind. Her grin is unmistakably similar to that of a sibling already planning their teasing jibes for later, sharp and glittering with mischievous laughter.

Rolling her shoulders, Thal doesn't waste any time shifting. Black and silver striped fur broken by molten lava emerge from the magic beneath her skin, horns shrinking into her skull to make way for pert ears and a damp nose that are already searching for signs of their meal. Unlike last time Asta had seen her molten tiger form, there's nothing passive or dragging about how she slips into the shadowed undergrove. Her paws are silent over the snow, only the glow of fire and the occasional sound of sizzling giving her position away in the darkness, a deadly warning for the wolves she scents nearby.

Thal searches the trees, her piercing blue eyes only flitting to Asta and Danta to make sure they haven't gotten separated in their search. Otherwise, she stays aware of every sight and sound, eager to find their meal, to greet them with violence and dine on their flesh when they dare to attack the feirw.

Bite my tongue, bide my time
Wearing a warning sign