"Would you like a shirt to change into?" I ask, motioning to my bag. The she-wolf eyes me, not sure if she should trust me. To my relief though, the slowly nods her head and with her blue eyes watching me intently - ready to pounce if I betray her - I pull out a long sleeve shirt from my bag and hold the black fabric out for her to take. She sends a warning look my way, one that I assume is a 'Don't move or else' warning, before gingerly taking the offered shirt from my hand and trotting behind a large birch tree. I stay where I am, not wanting to feel the sharp teeth of a scared she-wolf ripping through my neck and wait for her to approach me. I don't have to wait long as a petite blonde haired, blue eyed woman comes out, my black shirt falling to her knees and covering everything from
