[Wolves, like Zabrak males, are meant to be in groups. Savage was fully willing to lean into that, even if he didn't realize it was a characteristic of the species he had been turned into. As much as it should bother him, he still was going to enjoy himself because no one could tell who he was and that kind of anonymity was worth it.
His golden eyes light up when she wags her tail back at him, making a low groaning sound in response. Then he perked at the look on her wolfish features and watched her dash off. He took a moment to watch the sway of the undergrowth before he bounded off after her, clearly to another adventure.
How long he'd be a wolf? Don't know. Would he be bothered by morning? Maybe. Until then, he was going to enjoy this confusion.]
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His golden eyes light up when she wags her tail back at him, making a low groaning sound in response. Then he perked at the look on her wolfish features and watched her dash off. He took a moment to watch the sway of the undergrowth before he bounded off after her, clearly to another adventure.
How long he'd be a wolf? Don't know. Would he be bothered by morning? Maybe. Until then, he was going to enjoy this confusion.]