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Location - Moon Forest

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“Più dolce di caramella su un bastone, mirtilli, ciliegie, o calce. Se aveste la scelta, sarebbe la vostra scelta, ma lecca-lecca è mio!” Lollipop by the Chordettes was one of her favorite songs. It was so upbeat and poppy and it made her smile. She belted it out powerfully as she stepped out of her bathroom, clad in a robe and throwing her arms out as she sustained the last note. A smile crossed her face until a wave of discomfort crashed over seemingly out of nowhere. She immediately recognized the emotional print as Ryder's in the same way she would have recognized his... Musk. A sigh escaped her as she ran her fingers through her hair and pushed open her window, watching as Ryder took off in wolf form into the forest, taking his irritation with him. As the Sentinel and Pack Therapist, it was her job to go make sure that he wasn't going to do anything stupid, talk to him, and make him feel better.

It was her specialty, after all.

Cringing with the pain of shifting in the middle of the day, the Italian cried out. That cry morphed into a howl as her bones crunched and began to reshape themselves, her face extending into a muzzle, a tail growing from the base of her hips, and fur sprouting all along her body among other painful transformations. She was big in her wolf form, coming up to about five foot three in height, but she was a shrimp in muscle mass and height compared to the others. Letting loose a howl to alert the Alpha that she was heading out, she was gone. She was but a streak of golden and snowy fur as she leapt from the window and took off after Ryder, her paws kicking up the light snow that stuck to the ground.

He wasn't really that hard for her to find even with several new scents and emotions hitting the air around her. Well, that, and he wasn't exactly being very quiet. She needed only to follow the sound of his panting and soon after the crash of a tree. She watched him from the bushes for a few moments as though she were about to pounce him. She was sure that the Vampires and the other Wolves at home had smelled the irritation that oozed from his pores, but she had something better than a sense of smell. She felt his irritation. It was so strong and she had to literally fight it off to keep her own self from becoming as irate as he was.

It was with a pained growl and more bone crunching sickness that she shifted back, the fur receding into her flesh as she took on a human form once more. Standing naked it front of him, she didn't seem to care so much about it. It wasn't that she was particularly narcisstic about her body -well, she was pretty confident- but, when you shifted back, you didn't have your clothes on. They weren't Witches who used magic to keep their clothes intact when they shifted. They had to get naked unless they wanted to get tangled and strangled by cloth. It happened a few times before. A very embarassing way to die.

Or end up by the medic. So, they learned from a young age to be able to be around naked people without going into heat. Back to the story at hand, she tilted her head and let her blue green eyes scan him for a moment before speaking, her voice gentle and filled with care as she worked with her power to tug and pull at the dampening Aura around him in an attempt to calm him. “Hey, Ry. You want to talk about what's eating you up?” The Italian words rolled off of her tongue with ease as she leaned against a nearby tree that he hadn't taken down.