"Good, 'cause the way we're going," he shows a hint of worry in his face, "might get bumpy." he then makes a reassuring face and says, "I'll try and guide us the least abrasive route."
The man stands up straight and sees Wolf has returned to his wolf form. "Wolf, what are you doing back in that form? I need you human and on the back. You're my brakes. All you gotta do is hold on tight, and lean whichever way I tell you. When I say so, pull this lever." he points to a metal lever with a rubber handle, "Got it?"
He walks to the front of the sled and stretches a bit. He shakes his legs as though he was about to run a maraton. He grabs one arm and pulls it to the opposite side of his body, twisting his torso. His back cracks a few times. "Haargh." He expels a grunt to get himself in the right mind set. He shakes his head, "Rrough. Rrough hooo. Alright." The man shifts fully to his wolf form. There at the head of the sled stood a Gray wolf: 6 feet from nose to tail, his shoulders stand at almost a full 3 feet from the ground. His light gray coat seems to emanate from his dark gray fur at the top half of his head, spreading across his back, getting lighter and lighter until it hits the darkness of his tail. His legs, sides, underbelly, and lower jaw are almost perfectly white. If he rolled on his back, he would nearly disappear.
He scooped up the harness that was all set for a single wolf to jump in and bolt off. Always good to be prepared, the man thought. He pulled the harness tight with his teeth. He looked behind him, “All aboard?”
