Sounds Like a Good Time, Now

There was... something you were supposed to worry about, regarding going into the Den. You're pretty sure there was, but damned if you can remember it right now. The only thing you'd run into there is more werewolves, and truth be told it doesn't sound that bad to see more of the pack.

"Okay yeah," you nod, "you've got a point."

"I've got a few of them," Allegra smirks, flexing her clawed hand.

The two of you head over to the doorway. You were expecting the scent from before, but somehow it hits differently now. You tense for a moment as you realize you're about to enter other wolves' territory. They've definitely marked it, too. Beyond just the usual eau de werewolf flophouse you were getting earlier, you realize at least one of the pack has declared this territory the old fashioned way. You can tell Allegra has noticed it too, as she's stopped right in front of the entrance.

"No. Fucking. Way." She breathes, a toothy grin slowly spreading.

"So you're smelling that too?"

"Sure am," she chuckles. "Damn, these bitches are wild."

"Well they think they're out in the woods, I guess."

"They're doing what comes naturally," she says with some admiration.

"You uh... find that attractive?" You ask with some uncertainty.

"You don't?" She replies casually.

You try to picture it. The two of you out in the woods, naked under the moonlight. Running together, hunting together, squatting down like the animals you are to mark your territory. A bit of your human side squirms with disgust at that, but your lupine side is so much closer to the surface right now, and it bulls that disgust aside. Something clicks in your head. Another domino falls. Allegra is right. Why wouldn't you do that?

"Just... hadn't thought about it before," you admit.

"What's there to think about?" She says with a toothy smirk over her shoulder as she saunters into the Den, tail swaying behind her.

It's more or less how you left it. A few stains are... well, fresh, but the residents don't seem to be in at the moment. You wonder where they go when they're not here. Into woods you're not sure exist? You're not sure if you're in a mindset to properly ponder that one. Looking around the rooms of the 'cabin' you spy something promising: an old steamer trunk. Walking over to it, you're rewarded with... frankly, a pile of dirty laundry.

"Paydirt," you chuckle. "This must be where they put their clothes while they're on the hunt."

"Kinda... lumberjack chic," Allegra says as she walks over, having a look inside.

"Not surprising, given the one that bit me."

"Well well, this is fun," she smirks, reaching into the chest and pulling out a sizeable spiked leather collar.

"Thought we were just literally covering our asses," you complain.

"We will, we will," she reassures. "Doesn't mean we can't have fun with it. This would look awesome on you."

"You think so?" You ask, straightening up a little.

"Big enough that it'd fit you even right now," she says as she turns to you, slipping it around your neck. She fusses with the thick ruff of fur that dangles there until she manages to get it buckled. "There. Shows everyone you're a badass bitch."

"I like the way you think," you grin. "Time to get down to a size the rest will fit on, though."

"Yeah, yeah," she grumbles. "Gotta pass as human."

Sighing, she closes her eyes and steadies her breathing. You watch her for a moment, almost a little disappointed as she starts to shrink and her pelt begins its retreat. Still, you do remember the plan and close your eyes as well. You try to remember your human form, but some of it just seems to slip through your metaphorical fingers. Were you really that small, frail thing? It's hard to focus on that, but you do your level best, relaxing as you finally start to feel your body shift.

Opening your eyes, you look down to see... not exactly how you remember yourself. You're definitely taller. You're substantially more built, both in terms of muscles and curves. You've still got enough hair to clog an entire bathhouse worth of drains, draped over your naked body. Your body hair is unrepentantly libertine, as if you'd never shaved a day in your life. Overall, you look like your part in this little play has been recast to someone who starts bar fights. Looking over to Allegra, you see she's similarly affected. If it bothers her she sure doesn't let on as she slides on a pair of torn jeans, commando style.

Then again, maybe you are someone who starts bar fights now. It could be worse. You slip on a stained tank top, and shimmy your new curves into a pair of leather pants that lace up the sides.

Distracted with that, you suddenly tense when you hear a voice behind you.