Shadowwyn Moor Scorpius

"I cannot reply to that question in your place, child," Wraen shook her head smiling, finding Esma's shyness and innocence adorable. "But there is nothing wrong in you feeling at home inside your own skin," she added. "That is the form you were born with and you will spend the rest of your life in. But gods have given the most wonderful instrument in the world to overcome these challenges," she told, lifting her paw and brushing it against her forehead. "In your dreams you can be anything. Imagining being something else takes a bit of practice and time spent observing the creature or thing you want to embody, but over time it gets easier," she told, but did not expect for the kid to understand everything. 

"Let's see, if it works," she said, closing her eyes and thinking hard. All of a sudden her form dissolved in billions of tiny, shiny particles and a moment later they were reassembled in a little bird, Wraen's namesake. It fluttered its wings, tweeted something and then returned to Wraen's wolf form again. "Never tried it in my life before. But if I can - maybe you can too." This was just a theory. In previous encounters with the living she had inadvertently entered their dreamscape. And once there, free of shackles of the real world, anything could happen.