Ah. Freya loved that fire and strength. Even if she fiercely wanted Pen to leave, watching her lover step away without pleading, ready to fight and carry out one of the hardest things she's had to do... It brought a surge of pride to her turmoil even if Freya never got a chance to express it.

The blazing light from her Brand expanded almost violently, the eye centered on the mark snapping fully open for the few brief seconds it was visible. When it faded, the creature crouched there only vaguely resembled Freya. Its tail whipped around once, the ornate, mace-like end thudding into the painted ground in an cloud of dirt and debris. Its face turned to the blanks sky, scanning, searching, and the beast let out a cry, low and angry and unnatural, but nearly human-like.