"We'll have to keep moving from town to town. If we have shadows flowing us I can see how inconvenient that'll be but it may force them to act." Enna replied softly, hands never once stilling as she pet along soft fur. The truth was despite how tired she felt the thought of being followed had her nearly vibrating out of her skin. The wold in her balked at the idea, the alpha she was detested others endangering her pack. 

Athena's ears twitched with each new voice that spoke, her eyes half-lidded as she fought against sleep brought on post her meal. Hearing the words 'shift back' had her fur bristling, because she can't remember what it was she looked like. Her mind is hazy when she tries to think about how she ended up where she currently was, it was nwar blank when she tried to remember how she'd ended up in a room full of other kids that smelled of werewolf. Slowly everyone else gets up and settles in to eat, none of them force her to hurry as she tries to calm her racing heart. She isn't sure how much time has passed when the first tingle travels down her spine, followed by another and another still.

Enna can feel both twins and Adrian watching discretely as Athena begins to twitch, the telltale sign of shifting bones beneath her hands all she needs to see really to know it's happening. Children have the hardest time controlling their shifts in general, in this case fear and injury are no doubt playing a part in why it's such a slow process. Minutes pass by as the small pup in her hands slowly recedes, and a little girl is slowly 

Pale skin is what first appears from beneath white-grey fur, followed by long slender limbs that twist and flinch. Ink-black hair spills down over too pronounced shoulders, her hands never once stopping their gentle petting. The last part to change is always the hardest, and this is no exception. Soft whines are filling the air but no one makes a move to intervene, despite how they want to comfort. Her little heart is beating much too fast and her scent is souring with each second that goes by, Enna leans forward until she's all but covering the newest addition to the group. "So close, little warrior. Just relax and breathe slow for me? That's it, no one's going to hurt you again. Not while any of us are breathing, okay? That's it. So close. Don't rush." Her were are an endless stream, her eyes intent on the muzzle that's slowly fading away. A small round face finally emerges, with a small button nose and slightly gaunt cheeks that speak of a lack of proper feeding. 

"H-hello." Are the first words spoken into the air in some time, the tone is weak and slightly trembling but it's there. Enna sits up fully and reaches for a bee towel that's stiff with unuse, not really sure who handed it to her but content to wrap it around the thin frame that now sits in her lap. People will no doubt wonder who's child she is, but for now Enna can't much bring herself to care. [@SomeoneSomewere]