[The wolf slows his saunter, shoulders that had been moving with rounded, muscular ease pausing and his ears perk forward. Nostrils flare (not threateningly, but he is smelling her).]
Wasn't planning on it.
[The limbs are still new to him, not only regrown with the transformation but so utterly bizarre in shape and motion it seems doubtful he'd be able to chase anyone down anyway. She doesn't smell like everyone else, though. Not like the other scents of people in the woods.]
I have missed this asshole.
Wasn't planning on it.
[The limbs are still new to him, not only regrown with the transformation but so utterly bizarre in shape and motion it seems doubtful he'd be able to chase anyone down anyway. She doesn't smell like everyone else, though. Not like the other scents of people in the woods.]
[She's not exactly human, is she?]
What are you?