Mayakterra stood for a minute looking at her, puzzled, before his eyes widened when he realized what she meant.<br/><br/>He chuckled a bit under his breath and set his pack down but kept his staff in hand. "I forget, you have been so long without that you are much a neophyte, forgive my misunderstanding." He begins to move again in his primal dance, this time his movements faster and stronger, a kata of motion utilizing the staff to form weaving motions in the air but with little chanting except for an occasional humming. He continued to speak, "With practice one can learn to absorb elements such as clothes with them, regardless the situation. Other things can be melded as well, as long as the form you are shifting too is not too small."<br/><br/>As he moved leaves, twigs, and vines moved from the ground separating themselves and started spinning into a small vortex like circle, when he stopped moving the vortex remained spinning slowly, an almost opaque curtain of plant pieces.<br/><br/>Mayakterra stepped over to the coyote removing his cloak and draping it over her. "Return if you will and cover yourself into the cloak, I will turn my back to avery my eyes. Step into the curtain I have created, and let the land fulfill you and sustain your need. She will provide for you a wardrobe of her own creations." He stood up leaving his cloak draped over the coyote and turned around facing away.