Our skin gets thicker, living out in the snow
CREVAN
May, like the season that brings life and ends with summer. “May…” The great wolf repeats through rows of jagged teeth, tilting his large head to peer at her sideways. A modest thing when he looks at her; not overly impressive or rare by Beqanna standards, aside from those massive horns that he assumes are more than just for looks. Still, he feels compelled to observe her cautiously and answer the mare with a neutral, respectful tone.
“Of course it is.” The shifter lies readily, tucking his hind feet underneath him and curling his tail around his forepaws as he sat. Regardless of the truth, no one could keep him from coming or going, so he considered it as much his as anyone else’s. “Sometimes the great red forest is mine as well, or the smaller patch of woods by the River.” He feels compelled to explain, should she come looking for him in the future and not find him available.
“But for now these are my trails and you,” The big bad wolf huffs, “Are free to walk them if you like.”
The predator cannot match her in height like this; he looks up to her with bright curiosity and then, quite unexpectedly, the horse inside of him that usually stays quiet and out of the way surges to the forefront of his mind and takes control. He groans only once before closing his eyes and lowering his head to let the natural shape trapped inside burst free. His legs lengthen and his skin fades to the dark color of raw umber, sprouts of dark blue mane shooting up from his forehead and down his neck before a tail of the same shade bursts out between his hind legs.
Finished, he shakes his head and blinks open the same eyes that had looked at her from below, now peering down from above. “I like the way your red coat matches these trees. Something about you is… special.” Crevan the horse admits in a rolling, deep bass. “Where do you come from?” He wonders aloud, “And why did you come here?”
@[may] that's ok and you know it <3 she gives him the muse