The sounds should be terrifying, but still she waits to see what happens. Ylva had said there were monsters, but if she had to choose based on looks which one of the two was the evil one, she wouldn't have picked the Elk. The aura of the two couldn't be more different; the metal creature feels off, more demonic, but not dark in the way a monster would.

Valdis watches the elk die, nothing except pure curiosity in her eyes. Her past and present warring with each other regarding the rusted weasel-like machine. She watches it destroy the elk, unfazed or concerned by the strange carnage before her.

She doesn't have much time to spare as another of the star beasts touches the ground. The shift comes quickly and the Hellhound launches itself at the lion now standing in the grass. She's not sure if her teeth will damage it, but it's worth a try and she's certainly not about to be upstaged or rescued by someone else.