[Drew's shift is quite a sight to see, altogether more physical, in a sense, where Abduxel's has a more magical quality lubricating the nasty parts of re-shaping bone and sinew.
Once the wolf faces him, the cat is tense, but only as a precaution; he doesn't know Drew well, he doesn't know werewolves well, and while he can shapeshift quickly, he's at an immense size disadvantage. His whole head could probably fit in Drew's mouth without much trouble - if Drew were ever inclined to eat something as strange-looking as him.
He stands there, tail slowly shifting from side to side.
If he were a man, Drew would see him smiling slyly as he slowly comes to understand the uncertainty that the wolf is communicating; he isn't quite adept enough at canine body-language to narrow it right down to suspicion, but he knows how he looks. Other shifters in his world would know he wasn't really one of them immediately - not entirely, anyway, not anymore.
The cat's ears pitch forward in curios attentiveness, which wrinkles his ugly little forehead. And then he makes that high-pitched, rumbling happy noise that cats are wont to make: mrrr.
Even that sounds a little weird. Like there's five or six cats making the noise at once. But, still, it manages to be a little cute.]
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Once the wolf faces him, the cat is tense, but only as a precaution; he doesn't know Drew well, he doesn't know werewolves well, and while he can shapeshift quickly, he's at an immense size disadvantage. His whole head could probably fit in Drew's mouth without much trouble - if Drew were ever inclined to eat something as strange-looking as him.
He stands there, tail slowly shifting from side to side.
If he were a man, Drew would see him smiling slyly as he slowly comes to understand the uncertainty that the wolf is communicating; he isn't quite adept enough at canine body-language to narrow it right down to suspicion, but he knows how he looks. Other shifters in his world would know he wasn't really one of them immediately - not entirely, anyway, not anymore.
The cat's ears pitch forward in curios attentiveness, which wrinkles his ugly little forehead. And then he makes that high-pitched, rumbling happy noise that cats are wont to make: mrrr.
Even that sounds a little weird. Like there's five or six cats making the noise at once. But, still, it manages to be a little cute.]