[ Lauralae lets herself enjoy this - human touch without the threat of her curse ruining things, sinking into the touch for a moment before she leans back, hefting the bulk of her larger form settle back before she begins to shift.
Turning from wolf to human is natural; thankfully, she retains her clothes, and she has that sweet magical glow to compel her modesty. ]
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Turning from wolf to human is natural; thankfully, she retains her clothes, and she has that sweet magical glow to compel her modesty. ]
I won't 'freak out'.