The leader laughed again, pointedly mocking Vixie this time. "Of course, I'll tell you, as the plan is already in motion."
The big guy waited for Vixie to say something, but she didn't. She was impatiently waiting for the leader to start talking.
The werewolf, seeing that Vixie had no intention of speaking, shape-shifted into a tall, heavily muscled man with a tan, a full beard, and a bald head.
The big guy sat down and gestured for Vixie to do the same. She grudgingly complied, reverting back to her true human form.
"Oh, it seems this is your preferred human form. Aren't you going to tell the story of how you managed to kill this one? After all, I've heard of your strange... hobbies."
Now that he was a man, his voice had deepened, gaining a smooth fluency that commanded attention. The sharp intelligence behind his proud gaze told Vixie that, without meeting Fenrir and Master, she could hardly imagine how she would have survived facing someone like him.
