He shakes his coat again. The wounds aren't bad, this time. He'll heal. He's more interested in getting her safely out of this place. Something tells him that she can heal him, something buried deep inside and so he takes her at her word. But first her freedom.
He isn't sure how she'll fight though. She doesn't have claws or fangs. He'd rather neither of them have to find out.
The sound of pursuit behind them though is growing louder.
She'd not going to be fast enough, trapped on two legs the way she is. Cloud is the Forest's Guardian and sometimes it's changed him in the past to suit its own needs. His form isn't as stable as it once way. He's not as stable as he once was. And so it's an easy thing to grow, spine elongating and strengthening, legs muscling even more in his lean mass. When he turns to her again, he's not exactly as large as a small pony - but he's closer to a small pony in size than a wolf. Doubling back to her, he plants himself in front of her legs sideways and rolls his shoulders. He can't talk but he catches at her cloak and tugs it across his shoulder. Two legs are two slow. Four are better.
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He isn't sure how she'll fight though. She doesn't have claws or fangs. He'd rather neither of them have to find out.
The sound of pursuit behind them though is growing louder.
She'd not going to be fast enough, trapped on two legs the way she is. Cloud is the Forest's Guardian and sometimes it's changed him in the past to suit its own needs. His form isn't as stable as it once way. He's not as stable as he once was. And so it's an easy thing to grow, spine elongating and strengthening, legs muscling even more in his lean mass. When he turns to her again, he's not exactly as large as a small pony - but he's closer to a small pony in size than a wolf. Doubling back to her, he plants himself in front of her legs sideways and rolls his shoulders. He can't talk but he catches at her cloak and tugs it across his shoulder. Two legs are two slow. Four are better.