*Saaria'a begins to unsheathe her short sword, then pauses and resheathes it deciding not to risk cutting her thumb off by accident, her nails than grow out into claws, as her face becomes a bit more wolf like and her canines become proper predatory fangs and she slices her right thumb with her left claw which lights on fire as she signs her name in blood, and then her claws go out and she slowly shifts back* "There we go all done."