"Usually it's just some punkass German Shepard givin' me the eye and then I change back and I'm like BLERG, I'M A PERSON and he freaks out." There are a lot of possibilities, even more so if you're of a furry bent. Which...by nature of being furry, Saxsice kinda has to be? Maybe? The implications are limitless. "It kinda feels like pullin' all my muscles at once, so it doesn't feel great, but it's not like...uncontrollable agony or anythin'." Then she snorts, shaking her head. "I'm lookin' for a good time, not to give a guy a total crisis."

Saxsice nods seriously, pushing open the door to the temple and even holding it open, cause she's a lady. "Worth it. 500% worth it, man. I'd get sharked to touch his hair. It's like a curtain of silvery mystery. Did it feel like touchin' a cloud?"

Looking down at her bruised, bare feet, she wiggles her toes mournfully. "I'm used to wearin' bigass boots all the time. I can kick whatever I wanna then. But here it's all waifish big cloaks and barefeet."