Sexual Healing

DEVRUM When feasible, one should always eat the rude. The bear growled and sniffed to make sure there was nothing left of the intrusive little shit...satisfied it would turn to Isla and as she left its flesh rippled back into Devrum's form. He stretched out his arms always feeling rather stiff after his shifting, his back and shoulders cracking respectfully. He glanced down only a moment and realized that sentiment was taken quite seriously. "Well...I'll be damned...it happened again..." His lip flicked through his teeth as he thought for a moment what he could do, hands resting over his waist as he thought long and hard before settling to the fact it would have to wear off on its own. Devrum laid onto his back over the bed, hands folded behind his head. He turned as Isla entered and thought to speak before she even laid eyes on the miracle that was his creation. "Don't go thinking anything...you could if you want, but this can be explained. Sometimes when I shift, the adrenaline in my body takes time to regulate...and this is the result. Thinking there's a reason Vervain likes going hunting with me and insist I go about it in my other form..." The latter muttered under his breath, suddenly feeling like a piece of meat...and he grinned at the thought before focusing again. "Guess it makes examining it bit easier...so...go on then...have at it." He'd wait to see if the healer would go about her duties as he tilted his head back and sighed, trying not to sound the slightest pleased that it was a woman handling him and not a man. He looked to the hole he created and gave a grumbling sigh. "Really am sorry about that mess..."