[It takes. It takes easy, like it would a dog, like one of the Stark's direwolves. Spreads through his consciousness slowly and naturally, allows space for adjustment, acceptance. There's no real effort on Taylor's part; he isn't fighting it, and it's without much thought that she slips into the same behaviour she would with any other. Softening it out, allowing a sense of herself to bleed through while starting to build more on the things the wolf wants in order to feel better, safer and more content in this strange storage locker he's found himself trapped in.]
I think you can open the door.
[She says it absently, the majority of her attention still already inside the storage locker, focussed on the wolf's mind. But she's been trained to multitask, isn't completely lost from the reality of the corridor, standing next to Derek.]
action; no I definitely meant worst please pass the alcohol
I think you can open the door.
[She says it absently, the majority of her attention still already inside the storage locker, focussed on the wolf's mind. But she's been trained to multitask, isn't completely lost from the reality of the corridor, standing next to Derek.]