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Fully furry and loving it, Storm slinks out the front door and into the night.

Time for some fun...

It's not a purely exclusive feeling, she notes, seeing her companion through a wolf's eyes. And for a moment, she wonders if the stories she'd heard told and woven about the Cheysuli had some truth to them. Legends do have a spark of truth in them after all.

Did the Cheysuli warriors lie with their lir? Did those whose lir were female have their lir petition the warriors to give them children of their own?*

It's a disturbing thought, and she tries to forget about it for a while.

Think of the moon and the freedom to move about however you wish in whatever form you wish...

*The mun has entertained that notion once or twice before. She blames canon!Niall and canon!Gisella going at it as wolves [it was Gisella's idea] while they went about conceiving Corin and Keely that one night.

Storm, being male, is having no deep thoughts whatsoever. In fact, thought probably stopped when she shifted.

He pulls up along side of her, eyes glinting mischievously. He matches his stride to hers, and nudges her shoulder with his nose.

No, he isn't flirting, of course not.

Sadly, this mun hasn't read you canon, but now is highly interested. It sounds like fun! *writes down title and author*

Of course, Rhiannon, being all new to animal body language, takes this behaviour to simply be "friendly" and "playful".

So she grabs a stick and flings it into the air as best she can, not having hands to use.

It's all innocent fun until something risque or r-rated happens...

~~Sorry about the unannounced slowtime - I was too tired to even beg for it last night. :(~~

Storm leaps and catches the stick expertly, twisting in mid-air to end up facing her. His eyes shine with laughter as his tail twitches back and forth. He drops his chest to the ground, keeping his hindquarters high, and tears off into the gloom.

Come on, let's play!

~~No worries!~~

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