Ylva straightens, flexes her shoulders experimentally, with a thoughtful expression on her face. What sort of shape to pick? She knows some very strong shapes which she's very partial to, but this isn't a fight right now, so perhaps an actual dinosaur is not what she wants. And given a choice, there are certain shapes that just feel... well, more her. And then, of course, there's one in particular that is both impressive and very familiar for her. She shifts, easily, into the shape of a wolf -- but an extremely large wolf, as large as a horse.
The dire wolf -- because that's what she is, right now -- shakes herself, and sits down, panting.
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Ylva straightens, flexes her shoulders experimentally, with a thoughtful expression on her face. What sort of shape to pick? She knows some very strong shapes which she's very partial to, but this isn't a fight right now, so perhaps an actual dinosaur is not what she wants. And given a choice, there are certain shapes that just feel... well, more her. And then, of course, there's one in particular that is both impressive and very familiar for her. She shifts, easily, into the shape of a wolf -- but an extremely large wolf, as large as a horse.
The dire wolf -- because that's what she is, right now -- shakes herself, and sits down, panting.