(no subject)
Sylvie walked far enough into the Milliways forest to be out of sight,
before she shed her clothing. It went in a neat pile on the ground. She closed
her eyes, breathed in the scents of a late-summer evening, let them wash over her.
The change caught her up, wrenching, painful for a few seconds before her wolf
rose to the surface. She felt it as her body reformed, fur and teeth in place of a weak human female. A brown-and-white-furred wolf padded away from the spot where the woman had been standing. She lifted her muzzle to howl, fierce joy and freedom, the hunt beginning.
The wolf ran, trail blurring under her paws, wind whipping through her fur. A flash of motion to one side, and she darted after it. Not humans; she was still aware of the Self that said, Never them, unless they attack first. Never.
before she shed her clothing. It went in a neat pile on the ground. She closed
her eyes, breathed in the scents of a late-summer evening, let them wash over her.
The change caught her up, wrenching, painful for a few seconds before her wolf
rose to the surface. She felt it as her body reformed, fur and teeth in place of a weak human female. A brown-and-white-furred wolf padded away from the spot where the woman had been standing. She lifted her muzzle to howl, fierce joy and freedom, the hunt beginning.
The wolf ran, trail blurring under her paws, wind whipping through her fur. A flash of motion to one side, and she darted after it. Not humans; she was still aware of the Self that said, Never them, unless they attack first. Never.