[color=8dc73f][center]Sasha – Skoll[/center]
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Sam waited for the other to calm down, noting the nod but being uncertain how to proceed. Luckily, the weakened state of the other lycanthrope seemed to make the telepathy easier, despite Sasha's homid form. Due to her intense concentration when sending the thought, she was in turn able to catch the edge of the wolf's thoughts, specifically the questioning tone that followed [i]pack[/i]. A spike of pain burrowed into Sasha's temple, warning her to cease her efforts. Sighing, Sasha looked down at her clothes with a discriminating eye, debating if they were worth it.

[color=8dc73f]“Guess I'll have to,”[/color] she muttered aloud, mostly to herself. Shooting the other a wary glance to take in the potential threat, Sasha backed several steps away and threw herself into the shift. She could shift with more ease than some wolves, but it was still an unpleasant event – less so than when returning to homid form, though. A large, bipedal wolf of black and brown tones stood where the woman had before. Giving a brisk shake, Sasha cautiously moved a few steps closer. 

[i][color=8dc73f]You will trust me,[/color][/i] she demanded, once more thrusting her thought in the direction of the other wolf. She followed the thought with brief images of the pack house, zooming in to focus on the kitchen. Sasha had been a werewolf long enough to see the intense fatigue the other was suffering, and knew the pack house was simply too far for the other to make it. Impatient and unwilling to move at such a sluggish pace, she hoped to simply toss the other over her shoulder and head home in a more timely fashion. 

Coming into the other's personal space, Sasha knelt and gestured with her arms to show that she wanted to pick her up. She followed with an image of her carrying the wolf, happy to find only a hint of struggle to the telepathy in her current form.