As Martin started to pet her, a high-pitched meow would escape her maw in protest. It's not that she didn't like being pet as a cat. It was just odd because Martin knew she was a shapeshifter, and although she knew he only did so to avoid being caught, it was still a bit awkward. When he stopped, Abelina would sit up and groom her paw. And hearing his request, she'd ponder her feline mind and think of something smaller to shift into.

Ahhh, she could become a mouse and ride on his shoulder. But it was noticeable and wouldn't stop hawks and owls from snatching her up. And the only way to get out of that was turning back to a human...and falling from potential ankle-breaking heights. She needed a form that was small but deadly in case something were to happen.. and then Abelina flashed an apologetic gaze before jumping off the barrel and disappearing beside his feet.. and with eight legs, she'd crawl underneath his clothes and up his leg as a Black Widow spider.