[ She twists a little on the ground, her body lounging for a moment as she watches Bellamy. She recognises him, of course, the scent of him and the make of his body, but he has no idea about her - Lauralae knows that few people know who she truly is when she walks as a wolf, that this is a secret she keeps to herself. She's slow to reveal it, trust that has to be proven and earned.
Slowly, once the crossbow is lower, Lauralae moves and shoves herself up to her feet. She's tired and the transformation would hurt, she's sure, and leave her all the more exhausted, but she's just as sure that if this man hurt her Clarke would destroy him for it, that he would be punished for harming a friend of hers. It makes her want to push her luck to see what might happen, a dark part of her wondering what might happen - but she doesn't.
Her body twists and she turns back, rising up to stand on two legs, transforming into herself. She's still drenched in the blood and the gore of her kills she says nothing, watching, staring, before she tilts her head and smiles, a twitch of her lips, a smirk, before she nods her head, the only greeting of a bow that she might offer. ]
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Slowly, once the crossbow is lower, Lauralae moves and shoves herself up to her feet. She's tired and the transformation would hurt, she's sure, and leave her all the more exhausted, but she's just as sure that if this man hurt her Clarke would destroy him for it, that he would be punished for harming a friend of hers. It makes her want to push her luck to see what might happen, a dark part of her wondering what might happen - but she doesn't.
Her body twists and she turns back, rising up to stand on two legs, transforming into herself. She's still drenched in the blood and the gore of her kills she says nothing, watching, staring, before she tilts her head and smiles, a twitch of her lips, a smirk, before she nods her head, the only greeting of a bow that she might offer. ]
Io, Bellamy, friend of Clarke.