when i run through the deep dark forest long after this has begun,
The wolf huffs curiously as the filly shifts, halting her slow walk to watch the transformation take place. The shift from equine to canine is rather smooth for such a young girl and Dayé flicks her ears back timidly to inspect the now white wolf before her, framed with black. The older wolf lifts her chin, the wetness of her black nose sparkling as it twitches. The girl’s comment allows for her black-lined lips to curl, revealing yellowed fangs as a smile creeps across her dusty-rose face. “Not anymore,” she replies swiftly, flicking her thick tail once before deciding to move closer.
Dayé comes to stand before the girl, halting squarely with a curious tilt of her head. The brilliant orange of her eyes are stark in comparison to the pale contrast in her fur; she finds them hard to pull her gaze away from. “It was smart to shift,” she murmurs passively, her eyes finally prying away to sweep the rest of her. “What if I was still intent on eating you?” The larger wolf asks this suddenly, her dark eyes flickering back to meet the shining orange of her irises. Dayé’s ears flick back thoughtfully as if debating that choice, looking down at her expectantly. “Merely shifting wouldn’t have helped then.”
The older wolf lowers her head, the muscles in her haunches tightening as she lowers her body as well, as if ready to pounce. “How good are you with those teeth and claws, little wolf? Can you use them?” She smiles deviously and even in her pouncing position, the slight wag to her tail behind her shows that she does not mean to hurt her but to merely test her, much like Dayé had been at her age with her father and brother. Dayé waits a moment, letting the girl consider and perhaps answer verbally, before leaping forward to dully snap at her - if Dayé’s teeth hit skin or not, it would be fully up to the white wolf.
Dayé
where the sun would set, trees are dead, and the rivers were none.
@[Mazikeen]