[Natasha had been a loner sort her whole life. She had never had the opportunity to find out if she was a joiner, and that was fine with her; she liked being alone, having minimal contact, all that. So it was pretty easy to stay out of sight and earshot when she'd woken up as a freaking leopard. She wasn't even sure what she was. For a solid ten minutes, she'd thought she was a cheetah, until she tried running down a hall. This had to be karma for the big cat she'd saved Mal from, during that flood.
Thanks, Admiral.
Eventually, though, she leaves Clint's room and starts wandering, sniffing and watching and hunting - no, not hunting, she wasn't a fucking animal even if...technically she was. She'd stalked a few of the smaller creatures before realizing what she was doing. She had to stop that.
So she found someone bigger to stalk, someone she didn't look at and think, food.
It wasn't hard to figure out who the wolfdog was, though...she kind of wished it was. It was a little unsettling to realize that she knew that scent, after all. It isn't usually the first sense she uses. So she followed him, keeping low, keeping just out of sight.]
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Thanks, Admiral.
Eventually, though, she leaves Clint's room and starts wandering, sniffing and watching and hunting - no, not hunting, she wasn't a fucking animal even if...technically she was. She'd stalked a few of the smaller creatures before realizing what she was doing. She had to stop that.
So she found someone bigger to stalk, someone she didn't look at and think, food.
It wasn't hard to figure out who the wolfdog was, though...she kind of wished it was. It was a little unsettling to realize that she knew that scent, after all. It isn't usually the first sense she uses. So she followed him, keeping low, keeping just out of sight.]