J- A home without a swamp is still a home
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Toke unconsciously sniffed at the blood running down the Coygirl's paw. His gaze drifted to his own foot, to where the blood had begun to dry on the little bite he'd given himself earlier. He breathed deep, and sat back on his haunches. He closed his eyes, and began to let the fever run.
His front legs started thickening from the shoulders down, a quiver ran down his spine until his tail spasmed. His toes began to lengthen and splayed outward in a fan shape. His neck sloped out and forward, and the heels of his hind legs shortened until they rested on the ground about a foot behind his toes. His haunches slid forward as his knees came up to meet his chest, which itself had begun to puff out.
When the change was done, he tentatively raised his yellow eyes to meet the eyes of the Coygirl. He raised up his hand, and raked his fang across the palm. He stood, his own blood on his lips, shook out his wild auburn mane, dipped his head and extended his hand out to grasped his new leader's bleeding hand.
Thank you, Miss.


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