Like Hell I don't.

Your voice turns a little more sultry. "I don't know about that. I'm not exactly a human, you know." Before he can question what you're saying, you begin to morph your body. Your hair takes on a vivid blue, lighter than the wolf's fur, and a pair of fuzzy, pointed ears emerge from the top of it. A similarly blue tail sprouts out at the base of your spine, and more of the azure fur coats your lower legs and forearms. You let your 'dress' fade away, leaving instead only enough fur to cover your pink parts.

All the changes happen in a matter of moments. The wolves all withdraw a step in shock. Then their leader steps forward again, anger in his growl. "[What magic is this?]" he demands.

"Not so much magic as...a very special body. A body that would love to repay you for your kindness," you tell him, slinking forward on all fours. You can feel his eyes on the contours of your back, watching how your spine moves, how your hips and tail sway, even how your breasts jiggle beneath you as you move. He doesn't retreat as you crawl right up next to him and whisper in his ear. "If you'll just let my babies sleep, we can slip outside and give me another one."

You back off a touch--just enough to see his arousal beginning to poke out of its sheath.

"[Tarvon, your in charge while I'm gone. You and your sisters watch over the little ones. Keep them warm and comfortable.]"

"[Yes, father,]" a younger wolf barks. The wolves slip around the two of you. Several lay down around Mienna and Doffson, their warm, furry bodies creating something of a nest. The male called Tarvon settles onto his haunches and watches his father slip out the door with his new bitch.