When one goes feral it isn't necessary due to a trigger. They were chasing one another a harmless game that was meant to relieve the chains of their past and accept their opportunity to let themselves be free. Games were something she could never indulge in, but now that she had no one to tell her otherwise she was going to play every game at any chance. It was high time she knew how to have some sort of fun and it was quite a thrilling experience that she wished this particular high could never go away. Happiness and joy is always fleeting and once more whatever good thing comes along there is always some force ruining it. In this point it time it was her own damn fault- no one else's. That she had fallen to this mindset was not because of the game that was a mere coincidence. The she-wolf was struggling to refrain herself from attacking her friend. She knew the scarlet fox was not a threat or prey, but for some reason her unstable mind had decided otherwise. Running away from the fox was by far the best thing she could have ever done. The night she attacked her own pack was the night that her human counterpart was unable to take any sort of control. The only thing buzzing through her head was the hatred she felt as it began to attach itself to her feral thoughts. That primal feeling of protecting herself from all sorts of threats, which was the very reason why she was willing to attack everyone. All those years of hatred, all those years of being tormented and abused had just come crashing down upon her that fateful night. That was the second time she was unable to keep herself from hurting those around her. She did not care for them, did not love them, but they were pack and it was one of the most ultimate sins a Were should never commit.

As she laid within the tall grasses, grateful that the grass was tall and thick enough to block the view of the fox she was starting to feel the feral mind's grip start to slacken, if only slightly. The urge to harm the fox was still there, but because she could not see the poor girl that drive was slowly fading. This was not a fast and easy cure. This was simply a Band-Aid going over a life threatening wound. Always she would have to be careful, never letting her guard down should she be around others in this state. At this point in time she was able to stop herself, twice now, from nearly knocking the girl. Hearing the girl speak to her repeating her ailment only caused the wolf to whimper louder. The urge for help and the desire to kill was still growing inside her. Managing to get herself on all four paws she stood still before she took a few tentative steps in the direction where the fox was. Snarling, angry with herself, she would start to bite own front legs, letting out a cry as she dug her teeth into her flesh. Biting her own legs only caused the girl to trip and fall within the long grasses. Panting as her skin and fur began to patch itself up. Taking a bite out of her own flesh had apparently been a tentative solution. It had given her a chance to get the fox off her mind as she slowly felt her feral mind start to go. Her body heaving as the sharp pains in her legs remained, reminding her as to why she had harmed herself. The desire to harm the fox was finally being replaced with the deep concerns of her friend. What would the girl think of her now, now that the fox-girl would understand that she wasn't a creature to stick around. Softly she would whisper to the girl, letting her know that all would be well...for now.

"It is safe."

I'd Rather Feel Pain Then Nothing At All

Raven