LILITU
Lilitu claws dug into the dirt as she trotted along the Wildwood. The soft lush grass beneath her paws was pure bliss. She loved this form, it was always fun to be in, always exciting. From her paws going up her long, lanky legs was black, until the fur began to gradually change to a reddish-tan colour. It was a ombre effect. The Attuned sniffed around, searching for a small animal, preferably a rabbit to hunt for dinner, or simply just to chase around and let go. Her shifted form was a Maned Wolf, a gorgeous animal that markings resembled a fox, but wasn't one. Nor was it a wolf.
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