Despite the thickness of her coat, her powerful muscles could be seen taut and tense. Her ears were pushed back, pressed tightly against her thick skull to reveal the false eye spots on the backs of them, and her tail lashed back and forth in a clear threat display to whatever was nearby if the growling and sight of ivory fangs wasn't enough to convey that meaning. Whatever she had heard had stopped moving, remaining downwind from her so that she couldn't rely on two of her strongest senses to find them and that made her even more uncomfortable. Her silver eyes cut through the tree's as she spun around looking for the smallest offset of coloration from the fall colors that painted the forest. She didn't realize just how close she was to another, couldn't quite find them, and that began to toy with her sanity. She started to think whatever it was, whatever she had heard was just another hallucination. She shook and pawed at her head, letting out a snarl of frustration as she desperately wished she could shake her mental disorder away, that there was something she could do to stop this torture. For added precaution, she went to the nearest tree, rearing onto her hind legs and raking her claws down. Her claws shredded through the bark, leaving behind a clear warning of her presence in this forest. With a heavy sigh, she began to stalk forward again, ice forming beneath her paws with each step she took unknowingly towards a confrontation she held no desire to have; now when she moved she moved with more trepidation.

The sound of laughter behind her had her spinning once more, her cool composure fading as distress and panic flashed across her feline features. After seeing a shadowy mass moving through the trees, she spun back and quickened her pace, not wanting to wait to see if it was real or fake which would allow her mind more time to run rampant with hallucinations. She tried to remember if she had taken her medication that day, when she pushed through bushes and was forced to quickly stop before she ran into a large black feline. Immediately she recoiled back, lips pealing back in a defensive snarl as she put a good distance between herself and the figure, or rather multiple figures. It was clear she had been taken by surprise, her body posture defensive as continued to take steps away, a look of panic and distress flashing through her grey eyes as she desperately wanted to just return to her home. Before her stood not one, but four other Weres, all black panthers and staring her down. She couldn't be sure if they were real or not, but when her eyes found purchase on the cubs her lips suddenly lowered and her growling died down. She didn't want to hurt anyone, but more importantly she could never harm children, be them real or fake.

Her body posture lowered to something more non threatening, though her ears stayed laced back to show her distrust along with the ice that formed around her paws. If they were all real, the last thing she needed was angry adult panthers after her. And then, suddenly, she did something surprising, something only tigers and snow leopards were capable of doing: she chuffed at them to show she was no threat to the cubs. Her eyes scanned over the two adults, a male and female, both dwarfed by Camellia's massive size but they had the numbers on her. When she inhaled though, testing for a scent she realized she recognized the male that stood before her, someone she had met recently. Stormy grey eyes narrowed slightly as she stared at him, confused, curious, and suspicious. She couldn't tell if he was a hallucination or not, and if he was why her mind would make her see him. "Are you real?" she asks, though it was more of a desperate demand that might not make sense to them. Of course her hallucinations could answer her, but she just needed the validation. "Please...please tell me you're real," she pleaded this time, a desperate look in her eyes as she shook her head, hoping they would all simply disappear if it was her schizophrenia.

She wanted nothing more than to turn and run, to get away from them and get back to her home where she could simply curl up and vanish from the world for a few days. The air was growing colder and colder, a thin layer of frost beginning to spread out across the ground. It was the only form of control she had over herself, her power, and it offered her the smallest form of comfort. When her eyes looked down she saw blood pooling up around her feet, staining her massive paws. She flinched like she'd seen a ghost, and truly she had, muttering things in Russian. Surely she looked like a crazy woman, and in her own way she was crazy. The last thing she wanted was for others to see her like she was, a broken freak, to look at her, judge her, even fear her like the cubs might. When her gray eyes landed on the two near what was surely their mother she chuffed again, hoping to reaffirm she was no threat them them and was not as scary as she might seem. "I won't harm them...." she says with her thick russian accent, her words still slightly shaky as she desperately tried to steady her frayed nerves but they were honest and a promise. She had come from a world of death and fighting, had killed so many rival Weres and even their children with little to no remorse. But she was different now, and the thought of harming another, especially a child, sickened her.