[ The literal worst thing to run into when you've inexplicably turned into a German Shepherd is a cat. Winged or otherwise. ...Well some may say it's the best thing, but honestly Alex is kind of uncomfortable with all these canine urges. He's not sure how he knows he smells a cat, but he sure does. And that's exciting, and he hasn't felt genuinely excited about something in, uh...awhile? A long while?
So uncomfortable as he may be, before he knows it he's following that scent, tail wagging. Everything looks sort of muted, but it's amazing, because he can see much better in the dark than he usually can. And oh, the a flicker in the night! The sight of a cat's tail, just the tip of it! He can't believe he could pick that up!
(...Would being a dog make it easier to see signs? Results inconclusive. Come back to this later.)
An overwhelming energy fills his body and he can't help but bark as he runs for the winged black cat, lost in the dog instincts. ]
off to the races
So uncomfortable as he may be, before he knows it he's following that scent, tail wagging. Everything looks sort of muted, but it's amazing, because he can see much better in the dark than he usually can. And oh, the a flicker in the night! The sight of a cat's tail, just the tip of it! He can't believe he could pick that up!
(...Would being a dog make it easier to see signs? Results inconclusive. Come back to this later.)
An overwhelming energy fills his body and he can't help but bark as he runs for the winged black cat, lost in the dog instincts. ]