Windsong
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His tail wagged a bit at her acceptance of changing forms. Saluce never got to run and play and allow his more childish side out, normally it was only reserved for that form. He bristled with energy as he watched her and he called out to her before she entered.

“You can change in there if you’d like, I’ll change out here,” it was his only piece of reasoning he guessed. He didn’t mind to shift in front of others, he had done it many times, but with her it seemed like something to wait for. Something to enjoy when they were that close to be comfortable with each other no matter what form they were in. And as soon as her pristine ivory form disappeared behind the door he fell down to all fours his body wracked with change before finally what was left was a very tall wolf, finely formed for sprinting and power.

Saluce danced around the door, his tail just as fevered as ever wagging behind him waiting to see the angel that was swiftly capturing him in a web of adoration. The behemoth couldn’t remember being this worked up in ages, and he was ready to give her the grand tour.

“I’m ready Amata whenever you are.”


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