Didn’t have a choice? Adelaida hadn’t really any idea what caused some wolves to shift and some wolves not to, that had never been explained to her. Yet she had some sort of an idea. Her parents couldn’t shift, and neither could she or her siblings. Perhaps it was just genetics. Adelaida had no idea if there was anything more to it than that. And in that respect Iskata truly had no choice. Yet couldn’t they control it? And if they could why choose to live so unnaturally? Up on two legs. Like humans. Perhaps Adelaida was being rather silly about it all, but Iskata, and the others, could never know what a shock it was to be introduce to this new concept. Were wolves. They came from scary fairy tales, and yet now they existed in the flesh. All the shifters, and even many non shifters it seemed, grew up knowing about them. Yet Adelaida had been shielded from that knowledge, and now as an adult it was hard to wrap her mind around it.
Still unconsciously Adelaida could not help but keep her body in fight or flight mode. Muscles tense and ready to spring away at the smallest hint that Iskata was to make a move. Her fur still stood on end, a subconscious effort to make herself appear larger, although there was never a way to match those that were shifted in size. "You truly have... have no choice? Why be like that at all then? If you can look like me, a normal wolf, why not walk around like that? Why would you want to be like... a human?" Why indeed? In the stories she had heard as a child, they had always been villains. Destroying nature, harming her kind, harming domestic dogs among so many other things. Why then did it seem so many shifters strived to pick up where those awful creatures had left off?
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