Thick, winter fur helped Skye maintain her body heat. Today, thankfully, wasn't as cold as some others - after the storm, the weather had only gotten warmer, and today was cold, but not as cold as it could be. The forest knew it, too - the singing of birds and the clicking and chattering of squirrels filled her ears as she sat up in her bed, stretching out and throwing the sheets off of her. Already, the new day brought excitement to Skye - she felt the urge to do something, but she couldn't exactly pinpoint it.
She thrust her muzzle out the broken window by her bed - she hadn't gotten around to fixing it yet - and felt the chilly wind sting her nose slightly. She shivered, but opened her eyes and concentrated all of her senses on the outdoors. There, at the very edge of her consciousness, but still there, was sort of... a buzzing, or a tingling sensation. Tuning her nose and ears further and closing her eyes, she found what the feeling was; the scent of a herd of caribou was in the air. It was faint - it was probably a few miles away - but it was definitely there.
Excited, Skye ran out of her door without putting on clothes; if she was going to call the pack to go hunting, she'd need speed, and she needed her swift, slim Lupus form for that. She trotted to the middle of the Thornbury street and closed her eyes, concentrating on the shift. Her muzzle began to shorten, and her long hair shrank until it was simply creamy fur on the top of her head. She knelt down on the floor so that she wouldn't fall when her legs rounded their knees and lengthened the foot, which it did shortly. Her from limbs shortened drastically, and became the same length as her once-longer legs. Her taller body had shortened, but this Lupus form was quite slim and wiry - not built for power, but for speed and stamina.
Just like Shawchert had done the first time he had called the pack to a meeting, Skye lifted her muzzle to the air and opened her jaws, letting out a howl - it was loud enough for members in the vicinity to hear her, but not loud enough to scare the herd that was lingering just barely inside of her senses. She then stood, as a wolf, in the middle of the town, waiting for her pack to come and begin the hunt.
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