With the amount of noise Jah makes it would come as no surprise to anyone that Circinae had found her long before Jah-lilah could find the little shifter herself. From her secluded cover of bush and branch near the river the mahogany wolf eyes the slow ingression of her rusty companion comfortably, a lopsided smile twisting her elongated snout at the bravery the other mare had gathered to come here unannounced. Just like Circy had wanted. It proved that her newly-minted friend was a horse of her word, one that (perhaps) she could trust with matters large and small. In the Field it was nice enough to assume one thing or the other, but here in her home it was another matter entirely.
With a quick start she rises, leaping out from her shadowy cover to answer Jah’s ringing call with a high bark of her own. There’s an obvious hint of affection glittering in those wolfish blue eyes of hers when she pads forward, rounding her back sharply to shift into a more familiar skin. “You made it!” She breathes airily as the rest of her body settles into normalcy. “And only with a little wear-and-tear.” The mare jokes, noting the snag in Jah’s dark tail and the ice growing on her underbelly. “You caught us in the middle of a lesson - Crevan! Come out!” She sings over her shoulder, the command drawing another wolf from the bushes.
In his predator form the young wolf is a peachy, creamy color. A blend of ivory white and sandalwood, already twice the size of Circy’s form and three times as hairy. The newcomer sneezes softly, shifts partially back to horse (those fuzzy ears still remain on top of an otherwise golden head, and a curled tail rises over the yearlings back) and stares sheepishly between the two mares. His mother giggles. “Practice makes perfect.” She tells him easily enough when his expression sours. “Crevan, dear, would you mind warming up our guest here? Then you have my leave to go.”
That seems to excite the boy enough and willingly he nods, angling away from them before inhaling deeply. The colt blows fire, a steady stream of it, near the two and the flame is so intense that for a moment even Circinae steps back. A glaring bonfire eats greedily at the dry, barren bush the wolves had previously inhabited and without so much as a goodbye her son is off again - much too eager to rid himself of the girls and their unimportant banter. “He’s a troublemaker, that one. Excessively showy too.” The green mare mutters before directing her full attention back to Jah. “Well! That’ll do I suppose. Welcome to Taiga.” She says with a cheeky grin.
Circy aims to impress.
ooc: that was excessive, lol, I'm not sorry in the least
