"WHAT IS IT LIKE?" HE WHISPERED
"IT'S LIKE DROWNING. EXCEPT YOU CAN SEE EVERYONE AROUND YOU BREATHING." I REPLIED

Regan's fingers don't linger long against the warmth of the Were-Panther's skin. The moment they made contact she both felt and sensed his surprise and unease. A feeling she readily understood. The sensation of his flesh against the pads of her fingertips was a foreign, bittersweet thing. When was the last time she had touched someone, in human skin, without trying to kill them? Years. Long enough that she cared not to remember the exact date or the memory associated with it. Her hand drops to her side and Regan finds herself wishing she could wipe the lingering heat from her fingertips.

It was at this precise moment that the wolf-girl removed herself from the Leopard's side and... enlarged? Regan's eyes widen, taking in the towering lupine figure with a hint of respect now. The wolf-girl wanders closer, pressing into Regan's side and their gazes lock. She can feel the girls mind intertwining with her own. The mental brush of her voice echoing in Regan's skull. At once Regan both hates and accepts the gesture. So used to being alone, in the quietude that such solace offers...now here she was having her mind invaded, though she had to admit it was a useful tool...especially for one with her affliction. It is hard to describe, the tone of Regan's mental voice. It is rich, soft, and beautifully haunting. The emotional undertones of her mind an abyss that Regan is careful to keep a lid on. She might be willing to let this wolf-girl hear her voice...but she wasn't sure of the extent of her ability and wished to keep herself, well, to herself.

"Very well, wolf-girl. You may give my thoughts a voice if you wish it."

The Were-Panther, with his voice soft and alluring, sees the girls violet gaze catch upon his once again. There is just something about him that arrests her attention. Regan is unsure if it is the aura of power and authority that enshrouds his figure, or if there is something different about him too that calls to her like his Were-Leopard subordinate. Either way she is intrigued and at once mistrustful. Curiosity is a double edged blade after all. A fact Regan learned the hard way.

Waves of frustration roll across her from behind. So tangible is the emotion that even Regan's heightened senses were able to pick up on it. Her head turns and her gaze fixates on the different Were-Leopard. For a moment, she considers moving closer to him. Still intrigued by her earlier estimation of him. Yet something holds her back. It's there in the barely restrained violence of his gaze. The tautness of his muscles. His inner turmoil palpable. Regan cannot help but wonder if she accidentally interrupted some sort of argument between the male Were's. Regan can see the careful avoidance of eye contact, the lack of acknowledgement between Alpha and Beta. Her head tilts, her eyes asking a silent question that she felt no need to ask aloud. She didn't really care to know quite honestly, just found the open hostility...curious. Ah, there it was again. If she kept this up, she end up like that other saying. Curiosity killed the cat and that was one fable Regan did not want to experience.

She watches the Leopard stalk off, followed by the resounding crash and the echo of rage. Hmm. Suddenly, Regan tenses. Her skin prickles with the forewarning of an attack. With supernatural speed, even for a Were, she is on the ground -- crouching on the balls of her feet, just in time for a shoe to go sailing past where her head had previously been. A brow lifts in surprise and amusement, a smile brushing against her lips. The gesture transforms her face and puts a light behind her eyes. She laughs, soundless though it is. A moment passes and her features compose, though a hint of amusement lingers in her eyes.

Regan's conscious brushes against the wolf-girls mind. Once mentally connected again, she allows her voice to filter across their shared connection.

"I am Regan. What is this place and who are you people?"

She does not mean to be rude. She is simply curious and having never spoken telepathically before she doesn't know how to phrase the right words of how to use the right inflections. She'd leave that up to her translator.

WERE-TIGER -- FEMALE -- CHI MANIPULATION -- MUTE -- PLAYED BY MEGS.