Oh, my litttle flashlight

"Hmm, too bad then. Guess I would have to hop away, can't really lead a pack when you are particularly edible after all." There'd go his responsibility, he thought with amusement. Was it a bad thing that he wouldn't mind that for a short while? Things had been quiet, sure, but still having an entire pack's welfare resting on your shoulders was rather wearing. He'd been considering making another short trip outside the territory in any event, partially to have a rest and partially to investigate Saena's claims of strange creatures.

As she prepared to do the spell, he shifted to a lying position, laying his head down and clenching his eyes shut. When she finished he opened one back up, appraising her. "Well, how do I look?" Could frogs speak wolf? Ah, who cares. She was a witch, right? So in theory she could speak all languages? He didn't profess to know the rules, but it seemed as likely as anything. He couldn't stop a smile, though, despite the fact that it sort of ruined the illusion.