<div style="text-align: justify;">In one thing Nanook was right. She had welcomed his curse as a way of getting rid of her own - probably the only way. If there had been another way, Marissa would probably have refused the curse, but she wasn’t sure even about that. Maybe she might have accepted it for the perks - basically having someone by her side forever, who knew.<br/><br/>Whatever could have happened had stayed in an unrealized past. Now there was only the present and a future ahead. A future she had high hopes for, for the first time in her life. Even with the idea of a violent and strange life, Marissa felt that she was still better off. She wasn’t alone anymore, for starters, and didn’t have to deal with her other side ruining her life. <br/><br/>Focusing on what they had to do now, Marissa set her backpack and her purse down - she had brought only this, as she didn’t feel like more was needed. Mari didn’t know how to define her urges as Nanook did, but she could tell that she felt restless. It was an urge she couldn’t really explain, but she could feel it running in her veins and burning in her muscles. Accepting Nanook’s help, she set her items down and stepped outside with him. <br/><br/>Since she wasn’t too use to the situation she was currently in, Marissa had kept her clothes. That, and because she wasn’t really comfortable with the idea of taking clothes off in front of Nanook. When he told her to stop looking at him, Marissa couldn’t help but laugh. She <span style="font-style: italic">had</span> been looking, after all. That couldn’t be denied. After hesitating a little, Marissa removed her T-shirt as well, turning red as a tomato in the process. They were alone, after all, so Marissa forced herself to relax and remove her clothes, keeping only her underwear - it would get ruined, but it was within her comfort zone for now.<br/><br/>Once she removed as much as she felt comfortable with, Marissa paid attention to what Nanook had to say. Getting furious was something Marissa had always kept bottled up. Now, though, she didn’t need to. She could let it all out. And she had enough to be furious about when she thought about her miserable childhood.<br/><br/>It was with that in mind - all of the abuse and neglect she had been through - that Marissa focused her anger into the change. It was actually easier than she had originally thought. Maybe because she hadn’t been too insecure about it. <br/><br/>Changing into a wolf for the first time felt really strange. Marissa could feel every little detail of the shift. The way the shape of her body changed, the way her skin grew fur, the way scents became all the more evident, the way her teeth turned into fangs, the way she changed into that new form.<br/><br/>Once she had changed, Marissa would take a moment to get used to the new body she was in and stretch for a moment, before looking up at the sky. She felt an urge to howl, but also that it was good to wait and see if Nanook would, as she was unsure about whether or not it was safe to. That, and since Nanook was above her in rank, it should be him to initiate the howling.</div>