Suddenly, a deep boom of a voice rips through her ears. Come back here and help me! The grey witch certainly is not the noble, kind or self-sacrificial sort; if it's a choice between her or somebody else getting ripped to shreds by the bear, she'll happily choose to save her own hide and leave them to their fate. Yet there's a queer tugging in her mind, a bizarre and most unwanted impulse that commands her legs to stiffen and bring her skidding to a halt with so much force she almost topples under her own momentum. She stumbles, trips, turns and finds herself moving back towards the bear, her jaw sliding agape as she tries to comprehend the way her own body is rebelling against her wishes.

That's when she realises that it's her mother's voice in the back of her mind, the Ironheart's cold and clear words echoing through her skull; I did not die for you so you could run like a coward. Hadn't Nyx given her her glass shield so she could save others like her dam had saved her? Wouldn't she be soiling the mare's memory by continuing to run, condemning the colt (for she's sure it's a colt; the voice is too deep to be a filly, yet too youthful to be a stallion) to a grisly fate? "Fuck, fuck, fuck," she growls to herself. She does not do honour. This...this is against everything she believes in. How Father would squirm at the idea his daughter is willing to risk her own vastly superior skin to save a complete stranger!

As she hurtles around a tree, sweating profusely despite the cold, she finally sets eyes upon the owner of the voice. It's a colt, a magnificent one, all brawn and size and splendour. She recognises him from the funeral, albeit her grief-stricken self hadn't paid any real attention to him. He has summed hyenas made of ash that appear to have paralyzed the bear's head and leg, and a real hyena is snapping at the creature's frozen neck. Oizys reaches for her own magic, and from her body explodes two hyenas made of sizzling blue electricity, thrumming with dark and malicious energy. She sends these towards the bear, one slamming into each side and causing the grizzly to bellow even harder with pain as its flanks are frazzled by the wicked magic. Ker, any time now would be great! she mentally shouts at her companion, who hadn't noticed her bonded's swift turn and had continued into the forest. She pelts back as fast as she can, but for now Oizys is alone; she's relying on this boy and his hyena to help save them both from a hideous fate.

Without thinking, the filly lunges for the bear's side that she had gored with her teeth earlier. She latches onto the wound like a babe at its mother's teat, gagging as the viscous and still-warm blood slides down her throat. Then, preparing herself for the pain she knows is to follow, she summons her second magic; a low scream rips from her throat as she transforms, each bone in her body snapping with an audible crack and re-forming into its new shape. Where a yearling filly stood, there's now a grizzly bear that is identical to the one they're currently attacking - Oizys notes with an idle sense of pleasure that she's the same size as her opponent, which is a new development as previously her shifts hadn't exceeded her own height.

Flexing her massive paws and testing the raw strength in her neck and limbs, Oizys lunges for the bear. She wraps her forelegs around its waist, pressing her entire mammoth weight onto its rear end as she mounts it like a stallion, blood spurting from the matted brown fur where her talons penetrate. The hind-end collapses under her bulk, causing the front end to lift and expose the delicate throat.

"Kill it, now!" she bellows to the colt and his companion, and her voice is the bear's deep, thunderous snarl, the words barely legible through the great carnivorous brutality of the noise.