Bones break between her teeth and wounds caused by starry claws heal before the neck of the lion breaks under the force of her bite. It tries to keep coming, but she continues to tear it apart with relative ease. The fact that tearing this monster apart fills her with glee is pushed aside as it dies, and her head snaps up to seek her next victim. The alarms cause only an ear flick, but Valdis turns her head at the sound of the yip.

Her lip curls to show her teeth, but the weasel is an ally and knows what is going on. The desire for death lacks the strength necessary for her to turn away, so with a huff, she drops her head, padding toward the construct-looking creature with living eyes and a soul.

Very well, she says. Lead the way.