[It's all instincts really... a prey being chased by another predator, it's the perfect distraction. And although she picks up on Izuku's scent and voice, she's motionless, ears forward and eyes fixed on the bounding goat.]
[Catch, instincts say.]
[Withhold your fangsss..., a second voice hisses in her head. The snake familiar sinks into her fur as she places down her next paw.]
[It's the next turn, the next scrambling of hooves to escape equally scrambling paws which she charges out to get the goat familiar herself.]
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[Catch, instincts say.]
[Withhold your fangsss..., a second voice hisses in her head. The snake familiar sinks into her fur as she places down her next paw.]
[It's the next turn, the next scrambling of hooves to escape equally scrambling paws which she charges out to get the goat familiar herself.]