Collette couldn't feel the difference. Not at first -- the edge of pain slacked, slowly getting more and more dull, but the panic didn't. She scooted back and away from the approaching Ashraf, only slowly, slowly realizing who it was she saw.

< Ashraf? > she asks, and she collapses down to her belly. Collette starts demorphing, not because it's a good time, and not because she thinks it's a great idea, but she needs out of the pain and she knows Ashraf is supposed to be one of the good guys and she needs out of the coyote morph before the idea of what's been happening sticks around and devours her into something gross and dark and hard to get back from.

"Ashraf, watch out, it's screaming, where is it, it has these needles --"

The cold air is a shock on her lungs, and the human Collette starts coughing, a wrenching, whooping sound that shakes her body and leaves her with her face turned into the arm not supporting her up and away from the cold dampness of the roof. She's naked, and the rooftop around her is splattered and pooling with blood.