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Shifting never felt quite...natural to her, but she had figured out that keeping one's mind calm and free of worry or thought often helped with the change. This was so for herself and her friend Grace, anyway. She would try to clear her mind and go into a semi-meditative state, a state in which she didn't mind if someone was watching her change...and a state in which she didn't care about the sickening snapping of bones and shifting of sinew. It was only Shandom, she had told herself. She'd do anything not to look like a fool in front of him if she could help it, though.
"Some scars do. Ones earned while defending a pup, or one's pack, perhaps" The story behind his scars would wait for another day; she was in no rush and was not the prying type. If Shandom ever wished her to know what had caused the marks on his face, he'd tell her. She was sure of it. His complement made her chuckle. He was surely joking with her, something that Naniko have to pay him back for later. She was hardly a beauty, she knew that well enough. The female padded from side to side as she waited for him to shift, tail waving in anticipation.
The shifting had tired her, but only slightly. She'd had enough time to rest while they had talked and while she had waited for someone to arrive and greet her. He was quick to get going once he had shifted and she found herself watching him run off into the distance for a few moments before she realized that she ought to give chase. Perhaps she'd be the one to have to catch him, despite his old age! She began to race after him, her tail flying in circles and paws digging deep pockmarks in the soft soil. She could see him ahead and fought to gain the ground back that she'd lost. "You can't run forever!"