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While the site of a wolf shifting was a common enough occurrence around here, Phoenix couldn’t recall if he had ever seen Tamerlane in any state other than his optime form before. The resulting figure was basically how Phoenix anticipated it to look—very few wolves underwent radical changes during shifting, though it was not unheard of. Anticipating a hunt, Phoenix also began to shift, settling into his halfling form, which he preferred when hunting deer. The brunneous male was bulky and muscular in all forms, and a part of his mane stubbornly refused to retract when he left his own optime form, leaving a braid of hair dangling continuously from the back of his neck. A recent addition to his appearance was a tattoo of his own on his left haunch, the lightning-bolt that represented the pack he led. Once settled into their new bodies, Phoenix sized up Tamerlane anew, attempting to estimate what his abilities might be and formulate a strategy best suited to the two wolves. Though he ha overcome his phobia a long time ago, deer hunting was still serious business to Phoenix. He had learned from experience not to ever let ones guard down dealing with the creatures, since antlers capable of scarring could just as easily impale. “Follow me,” the alpha said, a tone of authority that wasn’t always there creeping into his voice as he turned and began stalking towards the scent of the herd. “They have deer where you come from?” he asked, more to make sure that Tamerlane actually had some experience with this. The other wolf had never said exactly where he came from, and Phoenix had once learned somewhere that different regions of the world were inhabited by different kinds of animals. Let Tamerlane hold his precious little secrets, but Phoenix had a good reason for asking what he did. |