Reyna took this opportunity as a sign. Everyone seemed distracted by the fact that they were landing and had failed to notice her in the background and had yet to morph for the first time.
I suppose I should be grateful for small favours. she thought, silently entering the isolation room in order to morph without the scrutinizing eyes of the other. If she messed up her first morph, she didn't want to be largely noticed, especially by Reli. She was less likely to see her morph without her stalk eyes.
Reyna locked the door and closed her eyes, visualizing the Arctic Wolf.
Her teeth were the first to change, here canines lengthening and sharpening to accommodate a meat-based diet. In fact, it seemed that her head was the first to change before any other part of her body. She watched her nose contort and stretch in front of her, as well as her upper and lower jaw. Her nose flattened, fusing to her upper jaw. As Reyna looked down, she saw the pattern of the fur begin to appear on her arms and legs, a grayish-white pattern that eventually started to itch and take on depth as furn started to grow from her body. Her eyesight dimmed, but at the same time, her hearing and sense of smell increased incredibly!
This is amazing! Reyna thought, It's only been a few minutes since the others were in here, but I can still smell them as if they were right next to me! Even their morphs!
Falling forward, Reyna was only dimly aware of the morph completing, her hands fusing and contorting into paws, her joints and organs shifting. The smells and sounds were just incredible! Then, the mind of the Wolf surfaced.
t could smell the other animals that had been present in here and became wary, but at the same time it also smelled the other wolves that had been present, also. Yet the wolf was not immediately keen to join these other wolves, it was wary. The wolf did not know their scent and was more inclined to avoid them, to watch them, to learn about them before thinking to join them. It was comfortable to remain a lone wolf.
Just like me.
That was all it took. With that echo of a thought, Reyna made the connection between who she was and who the wolf was. She remembered who she was, how she felt alone yet, at the same time, was more comfortable that way, to be left by herself with her own thoughts. She felt a akin to the wolf and, with that connection, brought its' instincts under control.
With that, Reyna focused on herself again and began to demorph before the others noticed. Her limbs lengthened first, this time with her skull demorphing last. It was bizzare, almost exactly like rewinding her wolf morph. Most likely by some random chance of morphing.
As Reyna finally regained the last of her features, covered in the morph suit she had been given, Reyna left the isolation room, taking her place behind the group again, but this time she felt more confident, more comfortable. She felt reassured by the Wolf, looking forward to morphing it again, hopefully soon.
Across the room, still not looking at Reyna, I hear her thoughts and feel her Ke as she undergoes her first morph. As she leaves the isolation room in her own thoughts, I can't help but smile in that weird, frog-like way that only a Leeran can.
