Why did your face hit the brick I threw?

Ravana's claws slashed forward in a blur, driven by the searing anger that flared at the sting on her nose. The ache radiated through her snout, and her instinct roared with need to make whatever had dared to cross her path pay. Her vision narrowed, her world reduced to the fog and the anger, logic was gone. How dare something—or someone—sneak up on her, in her space, catching her off-guard like this? In this damned fog! Her blood pounded, her nares flaring with the heavy fog as it nearly suffocated her. She felt caged. Felt closed in.

With a snarl, she lunged, her teeth snapping, aiming for flesh. Her claws scraped against something warm and alive, her jaws catching the scent—something familiar, something almost recognizable. But the fog of anger, compounded by the actual fog itself, clouded her senses, making her care little about specifics. Her mind registered it dimly, a faint whisper that this was wrong, that she knew this scent. It was familiar, like warm sunlight and wormwood, but the rush of adrenaline drowned out all else, leaving only the raw need to tear and punish.

A half-formed realization flickered at the back of her mind, a vague recognition that this was her sister, but the anger pulsed, hot and relentless, sweeping any caution or mercy away. Why was Sericea in her way? Why had she been so careless, so close that Ravana’s own nose had suffered?

And then, it all came to a head, the tension snapping as something else barreled into them—a body colliding hard against her flank, and immediately, Ravana felt a fresh set of jaws gnashing at her fur, eager for blood. What the hell was happening?!
A furious snarl tore from her throat, her vision narrowing as her instincts took over, sharpening to cut through the haze of the white-out world that had engulfed her. The thick fog still rolled around them, not just blurring shapes but stripping her of her visual awareness all together—which only added to the confusion and fury that exploded from her. She fought blindly, each movement uncoordinated and relentless, her senses alive yet struggling to make sense of the chaos.

But slowly, as the mist thickened, her rage began to subside, a strange calm creeping in with the damp, earthy scent of the fog. Wasn’t this like father’s lesson? Only this time she was truly fighting blind. Focusing on her senses, the world softened around her, her breath steadying as the sharp edges of her fury dulled, replaced by a controlled stillness. When her heartbeat stopped hammering in her ears, she realized she had already pinned them both beneath her, her paws pressing down with fierce authority.

...

Oh, its Abyss and Seri.

"Ravana Seraphim Saxe"