10/28/2025, 5:51 PM
It felt odd to carry her pouch with her mouth- odder still to feel the impulse to chew through the fine leather carrying string with the sharp teeth and powerful jaws she now had. The mere taste of the leather was more enticing than she had expected- but she was a woman of strong willpower (or she had been, when she had been human!) and she would deny herself those silly, canine impulses, she would!
.
It took her less than twenty minutes of travel before her mind began to wander, and her jaws began to work. A cord fine and strong enough to be carried by a soft human hand was no match for a couple idle chops of brand new canine molars- and she felt the cord break in two places, dropping the little pouch to the ground at her feet. She uttered a soft curse, and dropped the little string of cord that remained in her mouth, darkened by saliva, to the ground beside the pouch- and before she could stop herself, she snapped it back up, chewed it briefly and swallowed it down. Phthalo-green eyes widened in surprise at her sudden, impulsive action! She wondered fearfully if she should make herself vomit the piece of leather back up, lest it cause her digestive troubles- but then realized that the urge to eat her own vomit was present in her now-canine mind...And that was sickening enough to convince her that the leather would be fine right where it was, rather than being chewed and swallowed a second time.
She pawed the pouch gently, sighing with relief to hear the clinking of little clay pots, still sealed and unbroken. When she picked up the pouch again, it was by the cuff of the bag- the cut strings dangled. She carried it as she moved, and tried to distract herself with her other senses, so she might not chew into the leather pouch again.
Her sense of smell was extraordinary. Comparatively, it was like going from a dark room lit only by a candle, and out into a lush jungle in broad daylight. The scents had colours and warmths, depths she could not understand and complexities that made her brain feel tired almost immediately. Flowers, grass, water, earth, musk and air- each scent she had ever known became heightened, and so many more she did not recognize at all bombarded her, leaving her wondering what they might each belong to.
Among them- light and sweet- was the scent of cedar. It was a rare scent, out of place she thought- and so, she followed it, only to find it heavily mingled with the scent of fur, earth, faint traces of blood, and perhaps...marsh? More overpowering than these, the closer she came to the source, was the scent of dog- more precisely, the scent she now carried herself.
Wolf.
She did not know their ways, but could not help but feel drawn toward him nevertheless. Wolves...They lived in packs- perhaps it was the wolf side of her that longed, now, for companionship that led her to be drawn to an apex predator. She did not feel fear, not as she would have had she been human- but she felt instead admiration, respect, longing...And when she caught sight of the wolf whose expression was too difficult for her to read, she paused to gaze in wonder. She found herself lost, seeing what was now her people...And couldn't help but wonder if he might not be someone she knew- also transported into this new form. If this was the case, she would need to greet him properly.
She set her precious parcel alongside her paw, gently fishing the drawstrings away from herself, and lowered her head into what she hoped would be the equivalent of a deep bow. For extra measure, she leaned back into her hips, stretching her long forelegs out before her so her shoulders might too dip. If it weren't for the reverent expression on her face, she might simply look as if she was taking a luxurious stretch- but she had much to learn, yet, about the mannerisms of wolves.
Fey and curious, she tilted her head slightly and peered up toward the man with one opened to reveal a sliver of deep green.
.
It took her less than twenty minutes of travel before her mind began to wander, and her jaws began to work. A cord fine and strong enough to be carried by a soft human hand was no match for a couple idle chops of brand new canine molars- and she felt the cord break in two places, dropping the little pouch to the ground at her feet. She uttered a soft curse, and dropped the little string of cord that remained in her mouth, darkened by saliva, to the ground beside the pouch- and before she could stop herself, she snapped it back up, chewed it briefly and swallowed it down. Phthalo-green eyes widened in surprise at her sudden, impulsive action! She wondered fearfully if she should make herself vomit the piece of leather back up, lest it cause her digestive troubles- but then realized that the urge to eat her own vomit was present in her now-canine mind...And that was sickening enough to convince her that the leather would be fine right where it was, rather than being chewed and swallowed a second time.
She pawed the pouch gently, sighing with relief to hear the clinking of little clay pots, still sealed and unbroken. When she picked up the pouch again, it was by the cuff of the bag- the cut strings dangled. She carried it as she moved, and tried to distract herself with her other senses, so she might not chew into the leather pouch again.
Her sense of smell was extraordinary. Comparatively, it was like going from a dark room lit only by a candle, and out into a lush jungle in broad daylight. The scents had colours and warmths, depths she could not understand and complexities that made her brain feel tired almost immediately. Flowers, grass, water, earth, musk and air- each scent she had ever known became heightened, and so many more she did not recognize at all bombarded her, leaving her wondering what they might each belong to.
Among them- light and sweet- was the scent of cedar. It was a rare scent, out of place she thought- and so, she followed it, only to find it heavily mingled with the scent of fur, earth, faint traces of blood, and perhaps...marsh? More overpowering than these, the closer she came to the source, was the scent of dog- more precisely, the scent she now carried herself.
Wolf.
She did not know their ways, but could not help but feel drawn toward him nevertheless. Wolves...They lived in packs- perhaps it was the wolf side of her that longed, now, for companionship that led her to be drawn to an apex predator. She did not feel fear, not as she would have had she been human- but she felt instead admiration, respect, longing...And when she caught sight of the wolf whose expression was too difficult for her to read, she paused to gaze in wonder. She found herself lost, seeing what was now her people...And couldn't help but wonder if he might not be someone she knew- also transported into this new form. If this was the case, she would need to greet him properly.
She set her precious parcel alongside her paw, gently fishing the drawstrings away from herself, and lowered her head into what she hoped would be the equivalent of a deep bow. For extra measure, she leaned back into her hips, stretching her long forelegs out before her so her shoulders might too dip. If it weren't for the reverent expression on her face, she might simply look as if she was taking a luxurious stretch- but she had much to learn, yet, about the mannerisms of wolves.
Fey and curious, she tilted her head slightly and peered up toward the man with one opened to reveal a sliver of deep green.