she absentmindedly shifted into her wolf form, a sleek and lanky creature, before she stretched out her long limbs. Rhine rose her pale-furred head and smelled the air, her senses flooded with so much new new information, that she couldn't help but let out a short and happy yip as she ran through the trees again. The wolf paused and whipped around as her nose caught smell of another wolf, a twinge of fear running throughout her pelt. She let out a low howl, calling out to the other, afraid he might take it as a threat if she suddenly snuck up behind him.
"But suddenly something fragile snapped inside the pale girl, and the witch that had been so brittle yet whole, decided to set a fire that even her herself could not hope to put out."