Craig watched Peg shift, change, before his very eyes. Even though he had seen it before, he was still amazed, not used to the fact that his lover, yes she was already that, could assume the form of a beast without any apparent magic. He watched and the rust red coated her pelt, shimmering over her body as if born from her hair itself.  He saw her stand and then move, the economy of motion, the strong combination of various muscles moving bones, sinew and tendon. He understood them, as was his wont and calling. Still, he was amazed.<br/><br/>When Peg returned and nipped at him, calling him to play and he nodded and stood. But there was no change, he did not assume the shape of a wolf, he waited, waiting for some symbol that he too would run and chase as Peg did. It would not happen, something about it did not sit inside him, there was I moment and then he looked to Peg.<br/><br/>“I am not a wolf Peg, I am not sure what I should do>” There was a sadness in his voice, but it was not complete. He knew he could take the form, his arcana allowed him to do that, but that was not the animal that was calling to him. Instead he walked towards the playful wolf, walking beside her, in a motion that felt as natural as could be.<br/>