Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150318011410/@comment-5583506-20150322043503

When Valkyrie's transformation was finished she rose up. Her fur was as white as the winter snow and in her darkened sockets were a pair of two, coldly, blue eyes which seemed to examine every little particle around them. Yet the features of a female were all still there: a pair of plump breasts and a more curved form.

She immediately caught the scent of someone close by her.

Prey?

She approached the male werewolf in front of her, his fur all dark grey, almost aching to black. She sniffed a couple of times at him. He smelt familiar...

''Kin... Male... Not prey...''

It was someone new. She could sense that there was stroke of strength to his character, but she knew that there was only one way for her to try it out. One way for her to try and find a potential mate. She had to test his strength.

She playfully bumped her muzzle against his cheek, encouraging him in an act, a test of his strength...

She then took a couple of steps forward, lightly bending over with her rear in the air, waiting for her newfound admirer to test his luck.