She doesn't blame the man for beating a hasty retreat. Maybe it's for the best - unless he's going to muster together a mob or somesuch. She scarcely has enough time to wonder if she ought to run - or if she even can, in the shape she's in now - before he's back inside, though, looking only a little less shaken than she feels.
"I don't know," she admits, pulling her knees close to her chest. She's not entirely sure if she's a wolf in human shape or a human who was in wolf shape, though she suspects the latter. Either way, she has no idea how she changed - or changed back - and reversing the process is beyond her.
And even if it wasn't - should she? She blends in, now. From what she can guess of her size and age, she's less threatening looking now than she was as a wolf. Maybe she ought to stay a two-legger, or keep masquerading as one.
She scrapes her hair out of her face - she seems to have no shortage of curls - and watches the man warily. "I'm not sure I should."
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"I don't know," she admits, pulling her knees close to her chest. She's not entirely sure if she's a wolf in human shape or a human who was in wolf shape, though she suspects the latter. Either way, she has no idea how she changed - or changed back - and reversing the process is beyond her.
And even if it wasn't - should she? She blends in, now. From what she can guess of her size and age, she's less threatening looking now than she was as a wolf. Maybe she ought to stay a two-legger, or keep masquerading as one.
She scrapes her hair out of her face - she seems to have no shortage of curls - and watches the man warily. "I'm not sure I should."