Horen knew she was right. But it had been many months since he had been allowed to shift to his full wolf. He left the bed and let his body relax. It would be a difficult shift this time. He was exauggsted and still healing. He took a breath and reached for the magic that caused the shift. He went to his knees and grimaced as he fell on his hands.<br/><br/>His bones cracked and began to reform. His fur became the thicker winter coat his wolf should have. His body slowly reformed until he lay on the floor panting. He couldn't move. The effort had sapped all his strength. His wolf was larger than most. He was more than twice the size of natural wolves. If he was standing his head would he almost level with a mans. His fur was the same white. His brown pattern was more defined. And his silver scars were more noticeable. He Kay there too tired to move. He spoke to her through telepathy.<br/><br/>-I am too tired to move Milady....-