"But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura
Their friend the colt does not move off and is the first to answer Maze-the-cat’s question - to which she nods and one of her paws twitches forward as though she were going to test the soft and squishy traits for herself. But then the little rodent does it first and she grins a very feline grin.
But then her attention is taken again by the colt who turns into something entirely new! A larger version of the small squishy thing. Maze stands up on her black paws and her orange eyes blink in amazement. For this larger squish, she does take a step forward and tries to bat at his hairy sides with a paw (claws carefully in). “Still squishy though.” She states, but she’s smiling as she does it.
Then the game of who can shift into what continues, when the small squishy turns into a colt! Well that would explain why they could talk. She hesitates but Maze follows his lead. She doesn’t get it right the first time - first becoming a small white calf and then, a moment later, her natural filly shape. She’s embarrassed about that little slip up but decides ignoring it is the best course of action - and these two better follow suit.
“I’m Mazikeen - or just Maze.” She states in a slightly clipped voice, but chases it with something a little more friendly as she moves from embarrassed to curious and excited, a more wild look coming back into her bright orange eyes. “What else can you guys turn into?” She asks them both as a smile grows. While her mother could shift, she’s excited to find two whole other someone’s her own age with the same ability. “I’ve been trying to practice as many different ones as I can.”