Devon had been trying to shift into her animal form for two days now. She didn't know what the problem was, exactly, but it was as if something was stuck. A clog in the system, so to speak. She missed roaming campus as a canine, she missed being able to smell the slightest change in people's emotions (most noticeably, from calm to fear – it was invigorating), and she missed being able to stalk her friends without their knowledge. Sighing to herself, she made one last attempt to shift, figuring that she was in the quad, and if it didn't work... well, no one was around to see her throw a hissy fit.
To her surprise, however, she did shift!
The only problem was that she was much farther off the ground than usual. She was also... nervous? It wasn't a very strong feeling – more of an afterthought than anything else, but it was there. She wasn't used to feeling nervous, ever. The skin she was in didn't feel right either; it was stretched too tight, too thin, too light. It wasn't until she took a few hesitant steps that she figured out what was going on. Her hooves (hooves?!) made an obvious clopping noise along the pathway by the quad, and African Wild Dogs were anything but noisy. But she was a horse, wasn't she?
Devon blew out hot air, her nostrils flaring as she made her discomfort clear. This wasn't right... but at least she had changed? She took another few steps, testing out her new large, bulky frame before she sped up, moving into a quick gait. Oh– it was kind of fun. Strange, uncomfortable, disconcerting – but she wasn't walking on two legs, and she was moving. Differently than when she was a canine, but that was a given. And although it was strange and new, Devon couldn't write it off just yet. Maybe she'd take a few laps around the quad... just to see if she could enjoy it... a little.