It was cold. It was so cold, and Imliss was gone, and she was so tired...
She closed her eyes.
She hadn't been expecting to open them again.
Okay you're going to need to either decuddle or at least shift your grip substantially if you don't wanna get squashed.
And then there is a wolf the size of a horse in front of him. She licks his face.
She nuzzles at him. Do wolves usually like getting scratched behind the ears and other stuff like that that dogs like? I haven't really explored, much.
I'm still not glad I had this done to me nonconsensually but it did add another item to the list of reasons why you're the best husband ever, she remarks dreamily.
I love you and I'm glad you can protect yourself and I just wish we could be sure -
Yeah.
The wolf thing is actually more useful for the stamina boost than for the whole "being a wolf" thing. We killed every wolf that came after us with dreamshaping and there were a bunch.
Oh, that was before the stamina boost. But, yes, I do rather enjoy the thought of killing him with something he did to me.
Blaming yourself for not having been inexplicably teleported hundreds of miles east is very silly.
If you want to look on the bright side the stamina boost to dreamshaping might be legitimately vital to winning the war considering that our best chances were always "foreign magic" and "your dad invents something," and, um. One of those options is no longer on the table.
Imliss is, like, five different kinds of fucked up about your dad and Telvo dying.