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“I’m sorry I… Scared yo-“ the Were coughed hitting his fist against his chest. “Damn. How do you deal with this?” He yelled up the building, still looking for her. “But seriously. I’m not going to hurt you. Why can’t we just talk?” He asked, still panting.

Scared? Willa felt her spine stiffen defensively. She wasn't scared. Cautious. Yes. Scared? Definitely, not. She made a small clicking sound with her tongue against her teeth. A sound of derision.

"I don't fear Weres. I just don't like them." Willa called down, voice carrying surprisingly well through the rain. (Though it was letting up) Her voice seemed bitter and young all at once. A strange combination, even in her ears. "Or trust them."

Willa kept a firm grip on her vile. What was this one? She squinted at it through the grey light. Another barrier? Probably. It would do in a pinch.

"What would a Were have to say, anyway?" Willa taunted, still attempting to remain concealed. Her voice bounced off the buildings, splattering from the puddles. "Woof, woof, Meow?" She gave a small unhappy chuckle at her own joke. "Your kind is as stupid as animal as the forms they take..." She knew it was risky, taunting the Were like this without anything more than a vile. But it were as if she were someone else. Someone foolish. Someone reckless. Someone...scared...

Willa chewed on her bottom lip. Maybe she was scared after all. She didn't like it. She crouched low, defensively, trying to keep in the shadows, and squish herself into the puddles collecting on the roof to dampen her scent further.