Fairspell Meadow welcome wagon

Although she was glad for the company, Lola wasn't particularly fond of her travelling companion. He was crass and mean and stupid, and lacked ambition and power that she coveted. The One was out there somewhere, waiting for her with the wolf equivalent of open arms. How disgusted her knight would be if he saw her now, trailing some rank stray like a desperate little slut.

But for now, Taz would just have to do. It was much easier to hunt and feed as a twosome, but Lola was under no illusion that the relationship would last - she would ditch him as soon as something better came along. Someone with a pack, and a future - that hadn't once believed themselves to be a tree. 

The plain-faced girl sighed loudly, rising out of thought to acknowledge what was going on above her head. The world was going dark, and the transformation was picking up pace. The air was thick and cloying, ripe with anticipation of some unknown and terrible thing. Every fibre of her being told Lola to  run - to hide; from what? "What the flying festering fuck is going on?" she shrieked at her companion up ahead, picking up speed. 

Mainly for @Taz !