Irritated, Daine exhales noisily through her long nose. She can speak perfectly clearly like this, but the problem with two-leggers - one of the many problems with two-leggers, that is - is that they're just completely deaf to the speech of the People.
Daine's done it once already, it's not too hard to reach for her two-legger form again. In the dark it's a short, vaguely unpleasant warping from the form of an enormous wolf into a much smaller girl crouched in the same position. She's slightly built, with a great mass of curling dark hair and, unfortunately, not a stitch on, though she's not used to thinking human enough to remember immediately that that's a problem.
Changing is an effort, and when she pushes herself upright Daine sways, her head spinning. The skeleton catches her forearm to steady her. "Thanks," she murmurs to it. It clicks its teeth once like that's an answer.
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Daine's done it once already, it's not too hard to reach for her two-legger form again. In the dark it's a short, vaguely unpleasant warping from the form of an enormous wolf into a much smaller girl crouched in the same position. She's slightly built, with a great mass of curling dark hair and, unfortunately, not a stitch on, though she's not used to thinking human enough to remember immediately that that's a problem.
Changing is an effort, and when she pushes herself upright Daine sways, her head spinning. The skeleton catches her forearm to steady her. "Thanks," she murmurs to it. It clicks its teeth once like that's an answer.