He shrugged. "Makes sense," he said simply, following her gaze as she looked at the scenery. "So, question, what's it like? Being a werewolf, I mean? I imagine some parts are pretty cool, but then, I don't exactly know much about you guys." Xipil hopped off his shoulder again without warning and disappeared into some nearby bushes, but Wyn remained unconcerned.
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"It's really awesome. Very freeing, and it gives you a way to be the predator all the time. It's a different kind of power that no one can take away. Except for full moons. Then it's pretty much the worst." She blinked and watched Xipil disappear. "The day after the full moon is almost the worst, because that's when you see all the chaos you cause. Then you have another few weeks of freedom again, and the pattern repeats itself." She didn't talk to other people interested in werewolves often, and she didn't know if she'd given away to much. Or if she cared that she might have given away too much…
"I'm sorry. That sounds…ruff," he said, suppressing a smile. His expression changed into something a little more serious after a moment, and he added, "I know we just met and all, but if you were comfortable with it, Xi and I can stay around to watch you. Just to make sure you don't do anything you regret. It's not like I have anything better to do, anyways."
She stiffened, looking at him curiously. "That would actually be nice. There's an old cave a few miles north, I usually try to trap myself in there for the night. I've gotten out a few times, though, and even if I think I didn't get out, I have no way of being sure. But I might kill you." She said it as matter-of-factly as she could.
"Eh, it happens more than you'd think. But don't worry about my safety—I have a few tricks up my sleeve," Wyn reassured her, wikinging as he finished speaking. "In that case, should we get going?" he asked, looking up at the sky. "I'm cool with running, but I'd bet you're a heck of a lot faster than me."
"I would agree with that." She grinned. "Unless, I might be big enough in my wolf form to carry you." Her eyes twinkled mischievously, and she pulled her hair out of her face to wait for his reaction. She was quite confident she could do it, but she really had no idea whether or not he would be alright with it.
Wyn tapped his foot at gave her a thoughtful look, biting his lower lip in deliberation. "Hmm, I suppose we could try that. Xi!" he called, crouching briefly to grab the messenger's bag he'd left on the ground. When the dragon came bounding back through the undergrowth, Wyn raised an arm for him to use as a perch, looking at him affectionately as he said, "Sorry bud, I'll let you go later," before pulling his shirt back some again and saying, "Minima," waiting until Xipil had changed back into his smaller size before uttering the spell that would return him to the tattoo form. "Okay then, whenever you're ready?" he asked, slinging the bag around his shoulder and straightening his shirt so all that could be seen of Xipil was a tiny head of ink.
She took a deep breath and let herself shift, closing her eyes as she felt herself change forms and grow taller, stronger, better. She was suddenly more aware of what was around her, from the sounds of baby birds in a nest up above, to the scent of faraway deer. She opened her eyes and shook out her silvery brown fur, growling gently, in as nonthreatening a way as possible, at Wyn.
The witch winced a little at the sound of bones popping and shifting, but looked on in interest as Asta became a wolf in front of his eyes. "See, that would be awesome!" he claimed enthusiastically. "So, uh, how are we doing this? 'Cause I doubt I would hurt you, but I also don't want to risk it.." He eyed the distance to her back, and wondered how hurt his pride would be if he failed this somehow.
She laughed inside. There was no way he could hurt her in this form unless he tried with his magic. She stretched and knelt down, getting her back as close to the ground as she could. Her paws were already itching to run, and she panted a little.
"Well then," he said, his voice light and optimistic. He put a hand on the spot between her shoulders and had to resist the urge to straight out pet her, throwing his leg over and pulling himself upright. "You are really soft, like gosh dang," he told her, his fingers gently holding onto her fur as he leaned forward so he wouldn't fall. "Ready when you are?" he added questioningly.
She smiled inside, feeling his hand and trying to make sure she didn't ask him to rub her ear. Hands were much better for rubbing fur than her paws were. Once he was on, she shook herself gently to warn him, and then started running. She kept it slower than usual, to make sure he could stay on and get used to the speed they were moving at. She settled down into a rhythm and kept running.
After a while, Wyn thought he could see the cave she'd referred to earlier. "That it?" he asked, raising his voice to be heard over the wind, even though it probably wasn't necessary. He'd never ridden on the back of a werewolf before, but it was certainly something he wouldn't mind doing again.
She slowed down and shook her head at the cave, leaning down for him to get off. She heard him better in wolf form, but she often liked to drown out everything but the wind when she ran. The cave was a short distance ahead of them, with the remnants of a torn and broken wooden door blocking it. She'd forgotten about the damage she'd left the last time she'd come.