Rikuyo
It looked like for the redhead that she really didn't have to do anything. The two of them could likely do the job unless they stopped thinking at all. How pitiful. Probably they had to find someone more challenging as their totem. For all she cared Ron-chan could devour it. Killing off a major spirit didn't matter for the forest. Weaker would just exploit the vacuum of power and fill the niche left empty by a spirit that lost its battle for survival.
The crimson moon shone brightly in the sky as black as a void. She has spent months in this place training in order to prepare for what this concrete jungle had her face. She guessed that after she showed the cub his ropes it was time for revenge. Her memories must have been infringed on by spending so much time transformed, but she didn't forget certain things.
That doll would get her desserts for assuming she was no human. What a bunch of bullshit. She never thought of herself as anything but a human. All those non-humans underestimating human potential were so misguided, like lost children in the fog.
If she ran into that vampire again and she had again a funny idea to look into her mind without permission, she would be lucky if she only got away with a single limb torn off. Honestly now she really didn't need to even transform to kill her. She knew little of her, but she had little doubt that this spineless fool just wasted the wintertime on doing nothing while she fought things stronger than that shoddy vampire for straight five months.
And there was this uppity fox spirit. Fighting her was not even enjoyable. She tried to mimick humans, but appreciated the unimportant stuff. What was admirable about humanity was not such things like sense of justice, but their ruthlessness. Well, she certainly was ruthless in the pursuit of the redhead, but she judged her as something wrong. There was nothing wrong about humanity being far worse than any species. That's how they ended up at the top of the food chain.
Rikuyo no longer could recall her memories of the childhood clearly. Were her memories real or something false? Certainly the nostalgia she felt when looking at the Lambent Lady and when hanging around with the cub was in some way more real than those memories.
The girl slowly realized that what she believed to be her past was simply a lie. But even so, facing the flood of memories of the primal past that pushed away her older of her memories, her sense of identity remained. It didn't matter for her that she maybe was a reincarnation of someone living in past so distant the humanity couldn't recall it in conscious way. She really didn't care that she was that wolf who turned against the Father and made the Mother mourn in sorrow. She was still 'Rikuyo'.
In fact, echo of Red Wolf she tapped on too strongly when using this form so often and so deep in the forest of spirits wouldn't mind ending up constrained in a human vessel. The tribe of Uratha to which it granted its patronage were meant to not only prey on humanity, but learn from it. There was no accident why Uratha could shapeshift into human form even if none of their grand ancestors were human. How else they could draw lessons from the infite potential of evolution that humanity had if they couldn't mingle with them? Yeah, it wasn't something that the memory of the Firstborn would find unwelcome.
Rikuyo's soul merged with those memories so strong that for her they were as familiar as any other memory.
Mighty Bear
The old spirit was in no position to dodge the incoming assault. He couldn't move out of the way of bullets, and the fact that Ron was still more agile than him remained. It didn't help that something felt positively wrong about that prankster. The girl just sat and stared at the moon, but her aura started to noticeably change. She smelt and felt like one of that bastard's progeny.
The bear realized at that point he was pretty much screwed. But the dignity of his didn't let him kick a bucket without putting up some resistance. Bullets made of spiritual energy pierced his body, and the teeth of the horse sized Uratha sank into his teeth. But no way he would be the only one to die her. He refused!
The roar of pain and outcry permeated the forest. The thing was that the redheaded girl not only pissed off the old bear. Those beehives destroyed by her were inhabited by someone after all.
A swarm of tiny spirits started gathering above the pit, about to descend and attack everyone in the pit once they assembled together. As an individuals those spirits were awfully weak, but in numbers they could prove to be a detriment.
