If it worked for the painting, Patience decided she probably shouldn't be trying to contain it so much. She breathed in, and then out, letting the feeling of the moon calling to her suffuse her entire body. It immediately felt less like restlessness and more like purpose, though she still harbored the desire to move, run, hunt, smell, explore.
"It's like..." she began, trying to find the words. "It's a pull, like gravity. A combination of that and the shiver that goes down your spine when you hear a wolf howl at the moon... it's making me want to transform, let go of everything that makes me human. Though I suppose I wouldn't want it as much if I weren't in control of the wolf when I transformed... I'd be more afraid of it."