Emberwood even though i can't forget you, i really want to.

"Oh, way too long," Fin replied, "For about a year, actually. You have no idea how hard it is to run with webbed feet, and trying to take down prey was absolutely laughable when all you have is a beak." A mental image of herself in her wolf body, covered in feathers, with webbed feet instead of paws and a beak instead of a muzzle danced around in her mind. That would have been way creepy if what she was saying had actually been true.

"The feathers were alright, though," Fin admitted after a beat, giving her companion a sagely nod.