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The only thing Rio wanted of her sister was her presence. She had been pondering the concept of changing forms for several days now (perhaps even weeks) — ever since Harlowe had shifted and begun reading, she had wondered what it would be like to stand on two feet and have use of hands. The sable girl was afraid that she would do it wrong and that it might be painful, despite reassurance from her brother and parents to the contrary. Today, she felt it was time, and did not stop to ask why.
The earthen wolfess agreed to be there for her smaller sister, placing a toothy smile of elation upon Rio's face. Periwinkle eyes followed Mati as the woman set down her things and moved to her side, and all the while Rio was trembling just slightly, full of anticipation such that she could not hold her muscles still. Deep breaths calmed her body, and, following her sibling's example, the youth allowed her eyelids to close. She was soothed by the tranquil darkness. The trembling stopped, every muscle and bone in her frail body loosening. At first, her mind could not focus on this one thing, instead drifting from place to place, always returning to the task at hand. As moments passed, Rio narrowed her thoughts to only making her body change, imagining it, willing herself to feel it. Slowly, she felt her limbs moving, though she remained stationary. Resisting the urge to open her eyes, Rio fought off the sense of surprise which could threaten to slow down the process. Grueling moments passed, but the change had resumed — now her torso had lengthened, her paws were larger, fingers sprouting from the front pair.
It was over in about ten minutes. Her breath coming in gasps, Rio opened her eyes to find herself on her hands and knees. Mati? she spoke quietly, looking over her shoulder to see that her sister was still there. This time the soot-colored wolf's smile was of the purest happiness, for she was successful. Glancing at her hands, pale and small, she grasped a handful of earth and stood shakily upright. Her eyes found Mati as the dirt trickled through her now-dexterous digits, and once it was gone, she threw her spindly arms around the larger werewolf. Thank you! She couldn't have done this without her.
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