Chris! No sign of him. I sighed-if a wolf can sigh-and sat down on my haunches. Just then, he came dashing in, a large pile of sticks in hand.
"Everything alright?" He asked, definitely out of breath. I nodded, putting my head on my paws. I'd held down the fort long enough. It was starting to get annoying, bringing sticks inside to make a way of heat and food. And I was always worried about a fire.
"Sorta..." I had changed back to my human form, and blew up my bangs. But they fall back into my eyes. The whole truth is, I look like my Dad. Nothing but blonde-not counting the other bangs that stick up-as far as I can tell. The others, definitely auburn-brown. Almost the shade of Chris's. If I didn't know better, I'd think Chris was my other brother. But I never saw him. And the eldest of my little brothers probably didn't even remember me.
"I'm still trying to get used to you doing that," Chris mumbled, his face turning pink. I can only shape-shift in really tight clothes, and I was wearing a leotard, something Chris didn't exactly feel comfortable with.