There’s still a little bit of a thrill whenever Mazikeen meets another shifter - even though the vast majority of those she has met in her short life have had at least one form of the ability. It’s enough to make her wonder whether everyone can do it and they just don’t know it yet - a question she thinks she will ask her father the next time she sees the quiet stallion.
She’s young to have a dual life, but she thrills in the time split between her family and being here in the Cove and learning everything she can.
Although Mazikeen is not jealous by nature, she does note with some satisfaction the sweat on the filly after she shifts from the hare shape - glad to see that shifting is not automatically easier for someone else close to her age.
“Yeah, that’s me.” Her initial reaction is distracted, almost a little rude, because there’s something familiar about the iridescent markings and blue sheen. And then suddenly it begins to click. Instead of asking whether this is the daughter Sochi had mentioned, Mazikeen’s orange eyes widen a little as she remembers a brindled boy she met. “Are you Spirit’s sister?” It’ll be a little embarrassing if she got it wrong, but Mazikeen feels confident in her assumptions. It’s too much of a coincidence - even though her mind is still a little boggled that she had met one of Sochi’s children even before she met the Tigress herself.
“The first time I met him, he was a fat little rodent.” Mazikeen’s grin resurfaces then, an edge to it that is more playful than anything. And though she has been preferring the shapes of wolves and foxes and osprey over those of prey lately, she shifts then into the round, guinea pig form that she had learned of that day.
And she instantly hates it.
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