08-07-2016, 07:24 PM
He promptly sits and curls his tail around his lean haunch; she is a rather curious sort, picking at him bit by bit and puzzling over everything he says. The coyote can spot the puzzlement darkening her eyes, making them go all stormy and pretty, and he bites back his bark of laughter. She is rather cute when she is all bedeviled… Woodrow grins; she hits the nail right on the head! But should he admit that he is more than just a coyote? He hangs his head and studies his paws, first the left one then the right as he presses them into the dirt and regards the resulting paw-prints with more interest than usual. Was he more coyote than horse, or more horse than coyote? He cannot hardly remember the last time he saw his other shape reflected in a puddle or a river, and maybe he’s been coyote for far too long.
He lifts his head back up to her, still grinning, though it starts to fade as he studies her - she’s deep in concentration, her brow furrowed mightily as if she was trying to do something but he doesn’t know what until all of a sudden she’s not dusky grey but coyote-colored like him. His laughter tumbles out of his mouth as he suddenly leaps to his paws and dances around her, tail wagging, amber eyes alight with mischief. “What a neat trick!” he exclaims, thoroughly entertained by it.
“Can you do it again, change your color just like that?” He throws her a saucy wink and saunters around her one more time in a slinking silly circle before darting behind the tree. If he thinks on it, he could will himself back to his original shape but it is going to hurt and he grits his teeth, feeling his bones crunch and pop as they reassemble themselves into the shape of a horse. Where there was a coyote behind the tree, there is now a bay dun roan stallion that scoots out from behind it. He is flexing his jaw as if it smarts still from the sudden change and he slides his amber eyes her way, “Damn that hurts.”
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