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<blockquote data-quote="Shalimar" data-source="post: 1618715" data-attributes="member: 9600">Rachel trails along behind Misha and Tyrone, following them in a way reminiscent of a puppy trailing along behind a child she wasn't sure about.&nbsp; &quot;If there's no room in the cars I can run along behind you, I like chasing cars,&quot; she says smiling cheerfully, putting the press confrence behind her, she answered the questions as best she could, so she didn't really have any regrets, its not like she would read what they were gonna write anyway.&nbsp;&quot;You'll just have to carry my clothes since I don't want to end up at the Barbecue clotheless.&quot; she tells the others.&nbsp; &quot;I'll be right back, I'm gonna go change into some shorts and stuff.&quot; she tells Tyrone before running off and doing exactly that, though probably not exactly as what the others imangined.&nbsp; she was carrying a bag with a pair of shorts, sandals, and a red tank top that matched her hair, or rather, fur, because she returned in her wolf form, with the bag in her mouth.&nbsp; She gave a playful yelp and barreled into tyrone, knocking her from her feet.&nbsp;As always, it had been a relief to shed her human form, wolves were much happier animals, and they were lacking in certain concepts that humans had that generally made them miserable, like greed, or anxiety, and many besides.&nbsp; Before the girl had left her room, she had examined herself in the mirror, noting with some pride the rich cinimon color of her fur and her downy white belly.&nbsp; She only stood about 3 feet high, but her body was long and lean placing her at the age of a young adolescent wolf.&nbsp;After barreling into Tyrone, she looked up at him with her tongue lolling out the side of her mounth in a canine laugh, and her tail thumped on the floor happily.&nbsp; The difference between her senses in this form and human were like night and day, it was like someone had throne a switch, she sniffed at her teammates, memorizing their scents.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Shalimar, post: 1618715, member: 9600"] Rachel trails along behind Misha and Tyrone, following them in a way reminiscent of a puppy trailing along behind a child she wasn't sure about. "If there's no room in the cars I can run along behind you, I like chasing cars," she says smiling cheerfully, putting the press confrence behind her, she answered the questions as best she could, so she didn't really have any regrets, its not like she would read what they were gonna write anyway. [color=red]"You'll just have to carry my clothes since I don't want to end up at the Barbecue clotheless."[/color] she tells the others. [color=red]"I'll be right back, I'm gonna go change into some shorts and stuff."[/color] she tells Tyrone before running off and doing exactly that, though probably not exactly as what the others imangined. she was carrying a bag with a pair of shorts, sandals, and a red tank top that matched her hair, or rather, fur, because she returned in her wolf form, with the bag in her mouth. She gave a playful yelp and barreled into tyrone, knocking her from her feet. As always, it had been a relief to shed her human form, wolves were much happier animals, and they were lacking in certain concepts that humans had that generally made them miserable, like greed, or anxiety, and many besides. Before the girl had left her room, she had examined herself in the mirror, noting with some pride the rich cinimon color of her fur and her downy white belly. She only stood about 3 feet high, but her body was long and lean placing her at the age of a young adolescent wolf. After barreling into Tyrone, she looked up at him with her tongue lolling out the side of her mounth in a canine laugh, and her tail thumped on the floor happily. The difference between her senses in this form and human were like night and day, it was like someone had throne a switch, she sniffed at her teammates, memorizing their scents. [/QUOTE]

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