Like big balls of yarn [Seasonal Event]

Spinning, Remi's muscles coiled. His pupils dilated and his breathing slowed. Behind him his tail flickered ever so slightly, adjusting his balance in ways he could not have verbally explained. When he pounced it was precise and agile, claws extended ready to catch the ball which had been rolled his way. The gourd was suddenly gone and in its wake was a happy-lion face covered in orange. Normally a fan of squash, in this body the vegetable didn't taste quite as good as he remembered, and with a comical flail, the lion tried to spit the bit of gourd that had gotten into his mouth, out. Trotting a few steps towards Vai, Remi lowered his head beneath her hand to force it on top of his skull. This was the easiest way for him to try and communicate to her that he did have control over this shape. remi sometimes love is war but sometimes you win