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Location: Natural History Museum, NYC 
Time: Afternoon 
[@fdeviant], [@Luna], and [@Demonic Angel] 
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Ben inhaled another deep whiff, ignoring Ji’s pa on his head. The scent was similar to Ji’s, but with a subtle difference. While Ji had a deep, earthen smell lingering throughout her wolfen musk, Yeong had a much different one. It made him think of a mountain breeze and complete opposite of earth. Both wolves were related and had shared a womb, so it made sense their scents had mingled since creation giving them a musk both independent and alike to each other. When the wolf mind actually acknowledged the biological link, he began to relax enough further. His interest satisfied for the moment, Ben jerked when Ji shouted at Yeong causing him to growl warningly at Ji for giving him a start. 

Snorting in irritation, he turned about and shuffled toward Holt where he finally plopped down to lay down. As the twins began to bicker, Ben casted an eye roll in their direction. Not at all interested in sorting out his pack’s internal issues, he plopped down comfortably and crossed his forepaws over one another. He hadn’t noticed Marie had crumbled to her hands and knees until the movement of her hand flipping her hair caught his attention. Ben jerked his vision toward the witch, seeing her flip her hair back and gradually get up to walk toward his direction.  

While he watched her draw closer, his tail wagged rapidly back and forth across his hind legs curled underneath him. His ears perked up excitedly and he couldn’t help but whimper for her attention. His figure had rose to all four and pushed his muzzle out to greet her hand reached out to him, slipped comfortably into the palm. A soft content growl erupted from his throat at her touch, his nostrils drank into her scent again. 

Marie’s all seeing eyes looked deep into the new born wolf. At a glance, she would’ve missed it as with newly gain power revealed his true nature. Gradually a transparent image of Ben’s face overlapped the wolf’s, the animal’s bright eyes remained wide and alert while Ben’s stayed closed and dreamed away. As Marie reached deep with her magic, each word made to coax the human part to the surface, the transparent face began to become animated from the magic drifting upon him. Sensing Marie’s desire to bring out his inner human, hurt and rejected feelings filled the witch’s mind for a brief moment. It was then followed by the violent crack of bones, signalling Ben’s transformation back. 

Once more flesh and blood decorated the floor when Ben’s wolf whimpered. His paw like hands gripped the ground tightly while fur split in places and fell off the reddish under skin, the mess collected underneath him. With one last howl, Ben collapsed completely exhausted, covered in blood and completely human.