"Good form," Jean murmurs as Ryja comes in, feet planted firmly. The Wolf will take the charge head-on, strike, take the hit and be hurt (indeed, Ryja's vision shows broken ribs mending themselves, painful but hardly permanent)...

Jean won't. They flow away at the last second and leap onto her back, claws closing around her throat with gentle finality. They barely indent her skin. "But not good enough to be that reckless. Down on the ground!"