THE FEAR OF FALLING APART / open

Perhaps Margaery's presence would be more a nuisance here than anything else. She knew little about healing and if it hadn't been for the fact that she had just returned from hunting, probably would have lost control at the mere scent of Lunafreya's blood. She managed to fight her instincts though - both to avoid Suiteheart and launch herself at her clanmate - drawing nearer and nearer to the pair as she assessed the situation.

[color=#b14767]"I'll go after the culprit," She finally offered, knowing that there wasn't much else she could do. A concerned gaze would fall momentarily upon Luna before she turned to leave, the scent of some unfamiliar feline still fresh in the air. If she caught the creature, she would kill them, no questions asked. Nobody, and she meant nobody harmed her clanmates and got away with it.