"Have to be careful with that." A cat rustled its way through some dried hedges and her head snapped to the side, her eyes tracking the feline's movement. "Combine them wrong and they appeal to certain old spirits and gods, but I hadn't ruled them out."
Satisfied that it was just a cat looking for whatever cats look for in the winter Molly brought her attention back foward. "I'm trying to expand my horizons. Stick to one form and you get predictable. Easy to counter." It was a lesson from the Leannansidhe that had been pounded into Molly, sometimes literally.