It was not the name that caught any interest but the noise itself, and her body halted its slow march. Dread consumed Fiona, where she had once tried to stop herself from moving at all, she now only hoped to run. Slowly her body turned and her bleary sight followed after it. Please don't... She pleaded as she put every possible thought she could into stopping her body from turning. Somewhere she must have still had control, somewhere. But nothing responded again.

She heard a low inaudible growling sound that held a sickening wallowing feeling in the back of her throat. It was coming from her and her mind faltered its concentration, aghast by the connection.

Without taking a step further, slowly her hand raised, the familiar feeling of mana channeling through her and into her withering hand.