Re: [In-person: PJ and Atticus and Matt] - last one I swear omg
[The change itself was quick, not as quick as usual, as she really was putting it off until she couldn't any longer. It wasn't the big show of bones breaking and her body contorting while she writhed around on the floor screaming that horror movies would have someone believe. Though neither was it the graceful leap through the air as a human and landing as a wolf that was often portrayed either. It happened fast enough that a spectator couldn't catch every shift and change as it happened. But there were certain moments that led to others, an arch of her back as she shifted to all fours, which were paws and newly formed legs by the time she got there. Dark fur that seemed to appear rather than grow over her body, big ears, eyes, a snout and tail.
When all was said and done, the new Parker was standing there in the stall. Her fur was dark and thick, darker around her head like the thick head of long hair she had every other day of the month. The dark fur went down her back and to the tip of her tail, her chest and stomach were lighter shades of brown. She had golden eyes, but if one looked hard enough, and knew what to look for, there were flecks of dark brown that were all PJ's.
She stood there a moment, after the shift was complete, almost frozen in place. It took a moment to catch new bearings. The wolf shook her head out then, and attempted to take a step, immediately she limped and picked her injured paw up. And noticed the bandage. She lifted her paw a bit higher and her head a bit lower as she sniffed it and licked at it trying to displace the annoying thing. But something seemed to stop her from that action before too long. If realization was possible on an animal's face, that was what showed, PJ was coming through a bit. She kept her paw up as she stepped on three of her four legs, hopping around as she sniffed the floor under her.
She sniffed the air then her neck stretching up and out, as she tried to catch every smell in the room. And she did. They were familiar, one newer, and one older. One she'd met like this before, and one she had never been allowed to meet. That had her curious and she hobbled to the front of the stall and a brown snout stuck out through the bars for a brief moment.
Once she pulled herself back she hobbled, wobbly and clearly tired and unsure. She was circling the cage, she sniffed the venison, sniffed the blanket, as she continued her body language changed. Her tail that had been up and alert, lowered bit by bit until it was flat and down - not quite between her legs, and she wasn't quite cowering. Her ears that had been pointed straight up were laying down, but not back, they were off to the sides as her movements around the cage slowed to cautious pacing.
She wasn't able to stay standing and pacing for long, wearing out easily, and what seemed to be fear rather than full on aggression exhausting her on top of everything else. She moved back to the front of the cage, where the door was, and slid to the floor slowly, half on the hay, half on the blanket. There was a series of whines, cries, and small barks, there was a sorry excuse for a howl, that she didn't even bother really letting out loud.
She was panting a bit, either from the pain or the cage, or both. She looked down at her bandaged paw, there was blood coming through, more stitches had broken, and since they weren't part of her they didn't knit back together. It wasn't gushing, but she licked and bit at the bandage in any case, making a mess out of it before the same realization came across and she whimpered again, and stuck her nose out through the bars of the cage her sniffs and pants coming loudly and nervously.]