Sometimes Ariel wondered if he would develop a second form - it seemed unlikely, though. He had always been the wolf. It had come to him so naturally that he had never questioned it. Then again, their situations had been so different and he'd never felt the need to escape -- well, not in the way that Rook had. His escape had been entirely human-shaped.
At first, he hadn't been certain that Rook would give in to the playful energy Ariel was trying to give to him. No hunting. No fighting. Just playing. They could have fun like this. It didn't have to be dire and horrifying. But then he'd felt that nip and the chase was on.
He let Rook get a little distance between them because Ariel, being smaller, was fucking fast. He could slip through different areas of underbrush that the larger wolf couldn't. So it was really no surprise when he caught up enough to nip at the end of Rook's tail and then take off in the opposite direction. Though he did come skidding to a stop, back legs coming out from under him as he tried to avoid a porcupine that just happened to cross his path. The porcupine started bristling and clacking its teeth look threatening and Ariel started to back away - even being Kindred, he did not want to fuck with that thing.