[center][h1][color=662d91][b]Menzai Isanami[/b][/color][/h1]


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Continued on with pulling the cart without a word spoken or complaint save but for the sniffling of his nose of which he found cumbersome and a tad embarrassing. As he was taught and told that out here signs of weakness were especially dangerous for him and yet to be reduced to a sniffling mess over something mundane like flowers might of had him showing his frustration were it not for the rune suppressing and preventing such an unneeded outburst.

It would not do to allow himself to seem easily rattled or unsettled over something silly like flowers, especially around a person that left him with a slight tinge of unease. Though of course he felt a bit uneasy and suspicious towards human in general as he was not allowed the comfort of being relaxed, his guard even if only slightly would always be up regardless of who he was traveling as such risks come from an outsider from a different place and time. 

Eventually they came upon the tree settled a short time earlier and pulled to a stop. Both glad for the bit of rest and curious of what it was Ms. Bloomfield planned to do. He had turned his body partway from the bar to see the red haired woman drop down from the cart where he would be asked to remain where he was though the second half of what she said piqued his curiosity even more."[color=662d91] Of course, Ms. Bloomfield. Take the time needed and will remain as requested of the miss.[/color]" Lightly bowing his head to show he understood as his hands slipped into into the long sleeves of his haori to rest across his chest.

The canine kin turned until his back face the direction she stepped away to as he could hear the ruffling of clothes and figured she was changing. At first assuming the woman to simply be changing into clothes better fitting for work to make pushing the cart somewhat more comfortable. Whatever the reason, he did as requested; focusing his attention and hearing instead on the woods around them so as not to listen in on her privacy as he observed and kept watch for any possible threat that may try to encroach on them.

Even with his sense of smell hindered a bit by the flowers, he could still smell all the scents picked up around him. And so far had sensed nothing out of place, that is until Alina's scent suddenly dispersed and was replaced by that of an unappealing scent of a sweaty male. His body turned halfway to have the tree his companion disappeared behind as his body became tense and alert.

Both his long sleeved arms were at his sides, hands unfolded and slightly curled as the tips of his right clawed index and middle finger held a faint glow. He kept himself at the ready to form barriers for if the unknown individual made any attempts to attack. He waited for whoever it was to step out and reveal themselves as his nose sniffed frantically trying to make sense of how Alina's scent could vanish so suddenly. 

A voice eventually spoke out, but the sound of it sounded strange as it carried a hint of Alina's though also strained and mixed in with that of a male. An eyebrow rose out of confusion at hearing the person state they were done; a reply expected from Ms. Bloomfield and it came from the exact same spot she had stood prior.

Moments later the wolf would watch an unexpectedly tall and burly figure step out from behind the tree. He stood there blinking at seeing one of the well built workers he recalled seeing back at the greenhouse, but with a strange bit of nervousness to his walk instead of the confidant and tired stroll of the experience male he saw prior. With each step the person made towards him, the tension in his body lessen and the faint glow fading from the tips of his fingers.

Both the smell and sound of her heartbeat had changed but somehow this was...Ms. Bloomfield? A sudden wave of questions flooded his mind. Was this her magic? Was this akin to the take-over magic he read about? But, no that required possessing the host did it not? And said person was back at the greenhouse while all she had done was briefly touch him. A look of concentration and thinking on his face as he observed the male worker changed Alina as a hint of suspicion remained in the red tinted glowing eyes.

Blinking uncertainly at the individual with a slight tilt of the head to the right similar to how canine do so when confused. His ears flicked at the statement made, now sounding fully like the man from earlier albeit a bit scratchy." [color=662d91]....quite convincing...Ms. Bloomfield.[/color]" He spoke calmly while his usual near flat tone came out a tad strained from being taken off-guard by his companion's strange and unexpected change." [color=662d91]Perhaps a little too convincing I would say. And this person whose form you have taken...is in no danger or harm I hope?[/color]" He asked but in a tone which told that he would not be happy were the person chosen to be in danger over use by her unknown magic.

" [color=662d91]And rather peculiar and unexpected. Yet, as intriguing as your magic has shown to be I must request for you to refrain attempts of doing the same with me.[/color]" He stated in a direct and serious manner for as interested in the how and what the woman's magic was. He knew too little of how it worked and whether it put the original owner in any form of harm or what else she gained from changing into said person. If she in fact gain the memories of the host then he simply could not allow Ms. Bloomfield to ever touch or take his form...then a look of worry glinted in his eyes as he realized his assumption of touch could be wrong, that it might of been a different method and as he was unable to know such things suddenly made Menzai jump a short distance back from Alina, his body lowered and crouched a bit into a defensive stance as he eyed the unfamiliar face his fellow guildmate was wearing suspiciously.