[ One day she'll be able to transform faster -- not as seamlessly as Fenrir can on a normal day, Fenrir who can be on two legs one minute and then four as soon as you blink -- but without much of an in-between. It amuses him, in some ways, to know that he and his have caused a great deal of speculation, legends about werewolves and the like. He doesn't think about it now, though, the wolf watching as she changes with a tilted head.
And then she's a wolf, and Fenrir's tail starts to wag -- slowly at first, but soon it's going back and forth and he's jumping toward her to lick her face. She's pack and she's here and like this she can understand him, he knows it. But first he needs to get his relief out, so there's licking and nuzzling and tail wagging. ]
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And then she's a wolf, and Fenrir's tail starts to wag -- slowly at first, but soon it's going back and forth and he's jumping toward her to lick her face. She's pack and she's here and like this she can understand him, he knows it. But first he needs to get his relief out, so there's licking and nuzzling and tail wagging. ]