Grey's wolf tried to move.
At first it was tentative, a cautious shift of weight from one paw to another, as if testing the ground beneath him.
Then it grew faster, looser, until restraint vanished altogether. He was suddenly everywhere at once, circling the room, paws thudding softly against the floor, movements clumsy but joyful, driven by a rush he had never felt before.
Excitement radiated from him, obvious in the way his tail swung wildly behind him, unable to keep still.
"Okay, now calm down," Marsel said.
Grey paused for barely a second, ears flicking in Marsel's direction, but then the urge surged again and he bolted forward, running in a careless loop.
Marsel stood where he was, hands settling at his waist as he exhaled slowly and shook his head, as if silently wondering how exactly he was supposed to handle this now that Grey was like this.
"You still have your power," Marsel said, "You wanna stay still and let me know what it's for, or not?"
