There's fur in her mouth, gross, that part never gets easier. Saxsice stands up, spitting a couple times, then grabs for a folded-up blanket stacked on a nearby bench, holding it up as she shakes the loose fur off, then wrapping it around herself. "Blech, ew, sorry if I got fluff in your, uhhhhh...soup?"

She plops back down, cross-legged, reaching for more raw meat. "Lots and lots of practice. Don't try that at home, you might get stuck halfway through." She's clearly joking, grinning toothily and popping a chunk of meat in her mouth. Chewing and talking simultaneously, she adds: "I'm a shape-shifter, it's totally normal. Well, not normal, but it's part'a me. Don't freak out."