Lowering her head a little, Caprica sighed intangibly as Shandom explained his reasons for dissatisfaction. She would never think of him as old and grouchy, but it seemed he was undeniably a traditionalist and quite irrationally, she thought. She couldn't understand what difference it really made to behaviour, whether one walked on two or four legs. It was like having a different colour of fur, to Caprica, except that having the power to shift was actually very useful and expanded one's capabilities. She wondered then what life was like as a purely-four-legged creature. If Shandom loved it so much that even the ability to change did not make up for what he longed for, then there must be something wonderful about the life. She hoped she would get a taste of that today. He certainly preferred her like this, and that cheered her spirits, though she still couldn't really see the reason - she wasn't acting or feeling any differently in lupus form. It must be purely an aesthetic thing, she decided. He was an aesthete like her. Perhaps if he could get used to two-legs eventually, they would both be artists. If he didn't convert her to four-legged purism first.
She hardly ever hunted deer, although she adored venison. Her snares were too small for that. The thought of the delicate hoofed animals made her green eyes gleam. "I always aim big," she boasted devilishly. "Deer sound perfect. Let's go."