[Seasonal Event] Many Paws Make Light Work

Something like a laugh escapes her then, the assertion that she is strong causing her to shake her head wryly. Stubborn, perhaps; resilient, even; but strong? Fearful, anxious, morose, withdrawn, shy, timid, meek- these are not the adjectives of a strong individual. Still, it's a pleasant thought. She likes the idea of keeping a part of the leopard when she shifts back. Something tangible, to remind her of that sensation, of being the graceful, fearless cat. With a silent nod she continues to work, letting her mind wander and drift as they continue to work and the day grows long. That is, until the flower attacks. Amalia snarls at the attacking plant, still hovering defensively over Isuma as petals give way to clashing teeth. The bloom that strikes toward her is met with sharp claws, and it seems to recoil as petals are torn away, the beautiful beast now a haggard, damaged thing. But she is not swift enough in her rebuttal, and the flower is sporting a mouthful of long, thick fur. a m a l i a You were young and you'd stare With a reverence unimpaired Searching in your dark eyes to find the stars already there