Having watched almost every werewolf movie in existence (regardless of quality), Saxsice thinks she definitely got lucky as far as body horror goes. Granted, there are a lot of very alarming noises when she shapeshifts (sort of like someone cracking their knuckles repeatedly for 3-5 minutes), and it overall feels like straining every muscle at once, but there's not any blood or overwhelming agony. Just like, a full-body cramp. Then she's fluffy and majestic.

"Man cannot live on greenies alone, my dude." But she slows down, so he doesn't have to hurry that much. Impending NSFW status be damned. "Is that your motivation behind bein' itty-bitty? Death by whatsit, snu-snu?"

The question has her looking serious, considering as if it's never occurred to her. It definitely has, but she's being subtle. "Depends on who daddy is. If it's another werewolf, chances are higher, if it's not, it's somethin' like...a one in ten chance." Then she grimaces. "Of course, most werewolves where I'm from are related, so there's a lotta cousin-fuckin'."