Caitir struggled to catch her breath behind the water
barrel. Whistles rang out in the darkness of the camp; the guards had realized
something was amiss. Torches started to light up the night. Once her heartbeat
had slowed, she turned her attention inwards and filled her mind with the image
of a bat. She exhaled and it flowed down her spine, run along her limbs, and
tingled the tips of her digits. She felt herself change. The night sounds of
the camp and the surrounding forest sharpened and diversified. There was a
soldier on the other side of the barrel.
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