She shifted just then, into a wolf. A black one at that, with the same color as her soul within. A personal inside joke? I think not... The nuzzle rose in a nod of thanks before the tiny piece was caught. She set a paw to the ground, and the grains began to shift, and clear. Bright light filtered through lines in the earth that formed letters, which in turn formed the words, I'll be right back.
With that, and a leap, she bounded into the forest, her pelt glazing in the fire, and shimmering as it left its warming glow.