Who: Bev and open to multiples. Where: The maze When: During the plot. What: Bev is a werewolf. Status: Open Warnings: Depends on who replies - likely to contain violence.
Bev had felt her body shifting shape when she woke up in the maze. There was no pain and for a moment she was stuck in a dream. She no prophetic sense. Maybe there was some lingering anxiety over her body changing when she was a kid or other metaphor. Simple issues that she already knew she had. She could wake up now.
Only, Bev didn't wake up as she usually did when she realised she was dreaming, making it clear this was not a mere nightmare. She looked down at her hands as they turned into paws, the rest of her arm becoming furry as well, then the rest of her body until she became a wolf. The change wasn't limited to the physical. She was becoming vicious with a sudden, predator urge to sink her wolf teeth into someone's throat. She was more then a wolf - a werewolf.
Bev began to run through the maze aimlessly, with the idea that she could tire herself out, and calm down. She found it was enjoyable too, her bare paws hitting the ground beneath her, senses sharper, and moving faster than she'd ever run before. At least until her enhanced wolf sense of smell alerted her to someone nearby. She let out a low growl to warn them away.