Narrowleaf slowly walked around the streets, waiting for somepony to show up. He dashed into an alleyway after a frightened mare ran into it.
The wolf Brisk caught her breath. She whimpered a little, and slowly back out of the alleyway. There had only been a little of the timberwerewolf changer inside of her, and Brisk could see it still. She backed up more, hoping not to be seen.
She prodded him with her nose. If she were a pony, she'd probably be laughing, or blinking. One of the two.
She pawed at the ground again, and sniffed the air. She nudged him again, and whimpered. She looked at herself, a little fearful.
"Maybe... Maybe because you didn't do the spell with me... Looks like you'll have to spend the rest of the night like this. Don't worry... I'm right here." He responded.
She nodded her head. Her eyebrow raised. She dug again at the ground. It appeared to be her new habit.