Emberwood clutch

Sophia was impatient to be a wolf.

A real wolf, with functioning legs and eyes that could perceive more than blurred shapes and vibrations. There was more – she knew it,  but had no idea how to transition from potato to predator.

She was aware of her sister shuffling around beside her, and the sudden waft of something acrid. ManGuy. The little bundle dislodged from boobie, briefly fought her sister's tail, and wobbled into an upright position. She bared her very scary gums in a growl.