For several heartbeats, I watched that half smile of hers in my periphery. Like she isn't bothered at all that I've suddenly lost my voice after she sounded so sure with hers. Luckily, my body is a great ally, with very… impeccable timing.
"Was that your stomach?"
"Yes, I-"
Another whimpering mewl joined the chorus of hungry wolves. Not even letting me speak the excuse, she actually rolls off of me first. And her hand weakly steadied my hip as I twisted and pushed myself up to deal with this.
> Stop looking pleased and just help me transform. There is no way I'm letting her see me nurse in human form. <
In seconds, my hybrid form scoops up the blind, deaf, perfect lump of needy fur and settles it where it can begin. Then I stalk over to grab the MRE and scarf it down before I have to… clean.
> No, we are not doing that in front of her either. <
