Gertie was a bundle of nerves wrapped in flannel and ripped jeans, and when a women stout enough to mock the originators of her favorite kind of shirts get nervous, she flees to her decidedly more willowy half sister's home. Said sister sat on a lawn chair in her little garden untangling her chocolate brown hair from a messy braid only worn out among her flowers to keep the Little Folk from knotting wild flowers into it.
"My, its been a whole year hasn't it?" she tutted as Gertie paced about, tugging and twisting a strand of her own wild midnight and dawn tipped dyed hair.
" Yep." She replied curtly, " Anniversary is tomorrow."
"And you don't have any clue on what to get Shay?"
Gertie stopped pacing and sighed helplessly.
"I want to give them something amazing Minnie. Something that...You know."
The woman attempted to pull the right words out of her stressed and jumbled brain and line them up to match her emotions. When nothing arose she grew more and more frustrated over her own nervousness leading to stalling, leading to panic, leading to a low-key hatred of the horribly complex structure of English and the frailty of human form until-
Her focus slipped and the Change happened. Most Were-folks will say after the first hard change, and within a month it would be as easy and fast as a sneeze.
In an instant where once a woman stood instead was a creature which straddled the line of the natural beauty of a midnight black wolf and the supernatural size and bipedal stance of a creature that was far bigger than any canine should be. Not to mention the clothing, now much more form fitting (as many learn to wear garments 1 to 2 sizes bigger for obvious reasons.) Gertie howled, arching her back as she threw her head toward the sky. Thoughts, feelings, and emotions merged together and boomed clear in wolf-song. A few local dogs and one of the Paige twins (Aged 11) returned with sympathy howls.
Minnie rolled her eyes as her sister wrapped up this emotional outburst with the all too human gesture of putting her face (muzzle?) in her hands (paws?) in embarrassment.
"Sorry," she grumbled in a growly accent only made by a werewolve's true self.
"Oh hush," Minnie chided, getting up and patting her half sisters arm comfortingly. "I'm used to it by now, you always found it easier to communicate your stress in this side of yourself. I still remember how it took you three weeks to turn back when you two started dating."
Minnie smirked, "And don't get me started when they asked you to move in with them."
Gertie leveled a scowl at her sister, which set the women into a fit of impish giggles. Within moments the infectious sound caught on in a half bark-laugh that flowed back into a more human tone as Gertie returned to her human self.
"As cathartic as this is," She said, straightening her plaid shirt, "I still don't know what to get Shay."
"Maybe forget about buying a something," Minnie said. "and just give them a wonderful time?"
Gertie blinked before making the face one does when the simplest answer is presented to a complicated question.
"I've got to go, I know what I must do!" She proclaimed with all the weight and gravitas of a theater major.
"You going to stay for tea, or go running off to panic shop?" Minnie asked in courtesy, already knowing her sisters answer.
"The second one, rain check?"
Minnie waved it off, knowing she wouldn't be able to keep her sister still, as she had the look of a wolf running after a rabbit and there was no stopping her now.
"I want details!" She called after Gertie as she sprinted to her beat up Beatle and sped off into town.
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