Catherine's sanity was flushing away, and she wondered for a second what would happen if she lost control. Of course just the motion of her breathing was hurting her rips and her arm, which was supported in her belly. She wanted so badly to bite something... Looking at the one-eyed raven, wishing it was cruching in her mouth instead to in the fae's shoulder. Actually, she wished everything she looked at to be in her mouth. The snarling was hearable, her teeth getting more exposed than before.
She made a face at the female's name, confused. What the heck...? she thought. So... uncommon. She thougth that the fae had just said an unknown language. She wondered how do you spell that. She wanted to say that she would like the aid, but then she felt the pitch, sharp burn in herr arms and she realized that it shook a little, cleaning completely all her thoughts from her head. She whimpered loudly in pain, when it got slightly better and she was able to breathe again, she couldn't help but growl, all her teeth exposed. Her other hand and feet were shaking, as she wanted to spring at the female near her. She heard her warning, but she couldn't nearly understand what she said.
She stared madly at the female, her white sharp canines showing, snarling nevoursly at the black female. She couldn't think in what she was doing. All her mind was blinded with a deep fog that was this stupid madness. She jumped toward the female, her paws directing to the fae's chest, pretending to bite her throath.