the_debt_of_time

Mia glared at the rodent in front of her, the memory fuelling a powerful rage deep
within her. It was primal, something predatory that she had not felt before in her Animagus
form, but she felt it now as she stared ahead.
Rat. Peter. Scabbers. Wormtail. Traitor!
Padfoot jolted awake in a panic, shocked at first to find himself in Animagi form.
Realising where he was and having the good instinct not to shift back—considering Remus
was still Moony Moony—he let out a puff of breath in relief.
There was a loud, shrill barking sound, followed by a sharp squeaking noise, and
Padfoot drew his gaze toward the commotion that had clearly been the cause of his waking.
With wild, amber eyes, the little fox dove over the large bed in the corner, chasing
Wormtail who buried himself into the mattress. Snarling viciously, she dug down, snapping
and lashing forward.
He thought, at first, that she was playing just the same as she had been with him for
most of the night, but then he remembered that Mia and Peter did not get along in human
form, and something lead dropped into his stomach. Jumping to all four feet, waking
Prongs and Moony in the process, Padfoot leapt onto the mattress and clamped down on
the scruff of Mia's neck, carrying her away from the bed.
He gently dropped her down in front Prongs and Moony, who eyed her curiously.
Wormtail reappeared on the floor, staring ahead, and she turned and hissed viciously before
Padfoot lowered himself to the ground in front of the rat and growled at her.
She looked at him pleadingly. He had expected to see her lost behind her Animagus
eyes—the amber was a dead giveaway—but she still looked like Mia. There was conscious
understanding in her gaze, and that scared the hell out of him. It was one thing to be
amused and even a little aroused when the witch got angry, but she had claws and fangs in
this form, and Peter might as well be food.
Padfoot stayed where he was, watching as Moony stood up, leaning down to press
his muzzle against the top of her head, breathing on her from above until her black and
red ears lowered.
She let out a slow breath and turned away from them all, curling herself into a ball
in the corner of the room, tucking her face into the fur of her tail.