Prowling through the halls, she moved quickly towards the gardens and their screens of greenery. For all she looked human, the girl moved more like a prowling cat, stalking prey. It warned more than one person away, especially when she was going some where. Once amongst the branches and hedges, she let got the tension she had been carrying.  Tossing off her sandals, a long hand snatched up a book from the satchel that joined the shoes. Looking pleased, she tossed herself down at the base of the tree with a satisfied thud. Sorting through the pages, she found the diagram she wanted. Propping it amongst the roots, Ayita stretched lazily. Oh, yes... This was much better than learning fancy formulas.

Frowning she studied the picture of the Siberian tiger, she was going to attempted. She would have gone farther away, but she wasn't in the mood to fly far before attempting the new shift. Taking a breathe, she leaned back against the tree, and focused. Dark eyes watching the foliage above, as she sorted through the muscles, veins, and bones. Forming the beast layer by layer, ever so carefully. Each muscle and bone would be used. The instincts of the large cat. The hunting, the feel of the earth beneath large paws. She breathed slowly, with her raven form it was simple as breathing. Practice  made perfect and gave speed. Unfortunately this would be a long one. She shifted loosing the thought process. Snarling, she tossed the stick that had been jabbing into her side. Beginning again, Ayita hoped no one would interrupt her any time soon.