Morgan was incredibly adept at transforming people into animals. Along with healing, it was, perhaps, her strongest magical art. But transforming them back wasn't something she ever practiced at. Hecate had turned a human into an animal to protect him, but when Morgan changed people into beasts it was as a punishment they would never return from.
She lit her candle and focused her intent, letting her eyes drift for a moment to the blonde goddess beside her. Freyja was glowing a little, a soft golden shine emanating from her as her lips moved with unheard words.
Morgan turned her attention to the dog in Marcie's arms, to the dog that should be a boy, to the dog that was a boy, to the dog that would rebecome a boy.
Magic was not instant sometimes, and that was an annoyance and a shame. Was changing things back always so hard, or was it because Hecate had put everything she had into this magic, in a foreign land that hated everything she was? She had been a stranger asking for strange things, and maybe in the making it had become something more.
Morgan let time drift away - what was time to any of their kind? - and focused only on intent and the magic being drawn up from inside of her.
The dog that is a boy, the dog that will rebecome a boy.