A Wandering Werewolf

[Enarii]

The mid-winter snow had finally begun to fall and Enarii hadn't transformed in months. Her long brown human hair was wild and matted, and her nervous eyes flitted back and forth across night-cloaked meadow looking for any signs of a hungry predator. Hugging her arms close to her chest, she was trying to reserve the little heat she had left when a sudden spasm convulsed through her body and sent her flying into the white powder. It wasn't a second after she hit the ground that she convused violently again and she gasped for breath as she felt her arm crack and begin molding in to a new skeleton; a wolf skeleton. No matter how many times she transformed over the years, she was never ready for the agony she knew was to come. However painful it was though, lycanthropy was her only means of survival, so she closed her eyes, gritted her teeth, and waited to blackout.

[cptkickercutleg]

(( Turquoise is prose, purple is his human thoughts, crimson is the wolf's thoughts, orange is speech ))

Cercius watched her as she fell, convulsing to the floor, hidden inside a thorn bush, he was all but invisible,
"But you should be able to smell me!" he thinks to himself, hearing her bones snap and reform, watching her slowly change shape from human to wolf.
"So slow, has she even had any training?" he muses, sliding his recorder from it's sleeve in his green leather jacket.

He begins to play a soothing tune, something his mother used to play for him in his first changes, to soothe the beast and let the human take control of the new form.
"Not that it ever helped you""Shut up."
His mind bickers, even as the two personalities are in unison, teasing eachother jovially as the young Lycan's change finally started at full force.
"That's how we look in our change... Never forget how vulnerable we truly are. I'm your only defense""And I am yours."
"And now, I am yours, it seems." he mutters, turning his back on the deformed lump of flesh she was becoming, sitting cross legged and retrieving his recorder from the strap on his sleeve.
What he plays, sounds like wolves howling.