The sound rises just as Valdis is heading to the Dojo, starting low and then rising to an irritating and painful pitch. The evening is quickly fading into night, and Valdis has only one instinct. Run. She shifts on the move, Revelations dropping to the ground as her muscles twist and tear, bones moving and changing. With a snarl she turns down a nearly empty street, sliding into a wall with a loud thump and falling in a tangle of black limbs and fur. She lurches to her paws, shaking her head, a low noise rumbling in her chest and throat.