[This freedom to run was unlike anything he had experienced before, and it filled a hole that he had always denied being there. He and Steve tore up the field, cajoled each other with body language and play fought with an abandon that made him recall something of puppyhood, of little brothers and sisters all competing to develop skills. Finally, he belonged as he never had before; he could be a wolf with someone who was beginning to understand what that was like.
When they returned to their little camp, he ate the jerky slowly to savour the companionship but also to not make Steve think that he was impatient with the grooming. It was extremely enjoyable, his ears flicking and his forehead bunching with each pass of that tongue over his dark fur. He lay sternal and relaxed, chewing and only growling when Steve decided to laugh at him, at the way his fur stuck up in all manner of odd wet angles, but his tolerance with his blond friend had always been high. This was no different, even as he held a piece of jerky between his paws.
He belonged. Why hadn't he done this earlier? That would be because of the high risk of being torn apart from the inside with the change. Yes, this had been a decision that Steve had to make with understanding the consequences and now that it had happened, he was content with the world at large for once.]
We can do one more lap, see if any of the rabbits have returned for you to chase, but we will have to be getting back before the moon is much lower. Normally you're asleep at this point. [He licked his paws for any remaining evidence of jerky and then rose to his feet, shaking out his fur before taking them on another round in the forest.
No rabbits. They were all avoiding the night right now. Probably too much excited howling and playing.
When he came to going back to town, he returned them to their supplies and seated himself, peering at the blond. Now to change back, which he considered the hardest part when the moon's influence was still somewhat pressing on them. It was necessary all the same, and Steve might need some time and practice to be able to accomplish it.]
You have to become human again, sorry. What I find allows me the best chance is remembering what it's like to have fingers and toes, clever and versatile. I think of all the things that I can do with my fingers especially and then I build what my body should feel like and sort of... push myself in that direction. It might take you a few tries, so let's start now, okay?
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When they returned to their little camp, he ate the jerky slowly to savour the companionship but also to not make Steve think that he was impatient with the grooming. It was extremely enjoyable, his ears flicking and his forehead bunching with each pass of that tongue over his dark fur. He lay sternal and relaxed, chewing and only growling when Steve decided to laugh at him, at the way his fur stuck up in all manner of odd wet angles, but his tolerance with his blond friend had always been high. This was no different, even as he held a piece of jerky between his paws.
He belonged. Why hadn't he done this earlier? That would be because of the high risk of being torn apart from the inside with the change. Yes, this had been a decision that Steve had to make with understanding the consequences and now that it had happened, he was content with the world at large for once.]
We can do one more lap, see if any of the rabbits have returned for you to chase, but we will have to be getting back before the moon is much lower. Normally you're asleep at this point. [He licked his paws for any remaining evidence of jerky and then rose to his feet, shaking out his fur before taking them on another round in the forest.
No rabbits. They were all avoiding the night right now. Probably too much excited howling and playing.
When he came to going back to town, he returned them to their supplies and seated himself, peering at the blond. Now to change back, which he considered the hardest part when the moon's influence was still somewhat pressing on them. It was necessary all the same, and Steve might need some time and practice to be able to accomplish it.]
You have to become human again, sorry. What I find allows me the best chance is remembering what it's like to have fingers and toes, clever and versatile. I think of all the things that I can do with my fingers especially and then I build what my body should feel like and sort of... push myself in that direction. It might take you a few tries, so let's start now, okay?