road to transformation

When the sound came from behind her she instinctively bristled, quills rising, ears flattening, tail lifting, teeth exposed. Her head turns enough to spot the familiar mottled form of her not-husband through narrowed eyes and her expression drops from outright aggression to sour distrust before she can rein her it in to fall somewhere between indifference and boredom. She shakes to settle her fur. “I haven't showed you the old palace yet, have I?” She began to move up the past once again, pushing through the tropical undergrowth towards the looming cave. It was a warren inside, but one that had housed many wolves before. From memory, some were even up high enough to have openings that could serve as windows. It really was a waste to leave all this space empty. She still toyed with the idea of claiming it for herself.

“Speech.”