Xaviers!

"About the girlfriend? No, I actually have one. But my wolf wouldn't mind some wolfish company in the purely friendly realm."

"Okay," she said, sounding rather relieved. "We'd...I'd like that. And I'm sure I'd like to meet your girlfriend too. Do you happen to know...is she the one that turned into me to mess with Trev?"

"That doesn't... well, maybe Sam would do something like that. I don't know."

"He is...well...he was always fun to tease. Maybe he still is."

"I'll have to ask her. She's pretty awesome. She might be able to help with your shifting too."

"I'd like that," Steph replied, giving the best approximation of a slight smile her muzzle would allow.

Tereza seems to actually appreciate the gesture. "And maybe you can teach me how to talk when I'm like that, because that's a thing I'm having trouble with."

"It....took a while just...talking to myself really. But I can sure try," she replied.

Her words weren't perfectly formed--she was a bit hard to understand immediately, to be honest--but it was definitely relatively easy to get the gist of what she was talking about.

"Almost helps to sort of think of it like...singing."

"I have trouble saying more than a few words at a time and they don't always make the best sense."

"I mean...I don't have anywhere to be now, if you want to try."

"Not really dressed for shifting at the moment," Tereza says, gesturing at her clothes, "I mean, I could strip, but I get the feeling you might mind that."

"I mean...it's nothing I haven't seen in the locker room, and there's no boys around..."

"Boys can just be jealous about what they can't have," Tereza says with a smirk as she clears a tree limb with her power and then begins stripping, hanging up her clothes on the cleared tree limb. She doesn't seem the least bit cold.

"...I'm cold and I'm covered in fur. Guess your power helps?" Steph asked, averting her gaze slightly.

"Never really feel cold anymore. Not since my power showed up." She stretches, "Okay, this is going to sound unpleasant, but there's no way around it." With that brief warning, she starts shifting with all the horrible bone-cracking noises that accompany it.

"...no wonder that hurts so much...never noticed the...noise before."

When she's done, there's black werewolf with streaks of white fur in her coat. She takes a moment to recover and then looks at Stephanie. "Have to get used to it."

"...beautiful," she said, staring in awe at her fellow lycanthrope.

Somehow she hated the way she looked but it looked pretty amazing on others.

"Anyway....Do you sing?"

"Some," she says, prowling a bit with restless energy.

"I....sort of think of it like I'm about to sing. Use the same muscles. Just doing that...sort of makes my body more ready to...not just growl."

Tereza seems to ponder that for a bit and then settles, "Let's see if..." The words start out okay and then roll into a quiet growling howl.

"That happened to me a lot...kind of pissed off the guards in prison when I was howling all night."

Steph walked closer to Tereza, eyeing her a bit. "Stand up straighter...flex your abs."

Tereza does as instructed, standing up a bit. "Second time's the charm..." She manages to get out before it descends back into growling.

"Well...maybe let's take this a bit further," she said stroking her chin.

Well. The end of her muzzle at least.

"Do you know any songs by heart?"

"A few," Tereza says, tossing her head with a bit of frustration.

"Try to sing one," she replied, "...like. Really sing. Full voice. Like you're on stage. The words, the melody...your human brain sorta...I don't know. Overrides the growling at least a bit."