It was an odd sense, feeling full in a new way. An animalistic, self-satisfied way. Red felt quite pleased, all things considering. Even if she was tired and hungry and sore. Her first concern, really, had been acceptance. What was a wolf without a pack?
Lonely, mostly. She wasn't cut out for that sort of life.
When he'd pulled from her, eventually, she simply laid down in place. Content to watch and wait. Resting, really. If he wasn't in a rush to go wherever, Red was hardly going to nip at his heels and insist they carry on. When he started changing, though, she lifted her head. Ears alert. Concerned, for a moment. It sounded awful. Painful. Her ears laid back and she sniffed, tentatively, in his direction.
Still the same wolf. Just... different. Monstrous. Still very big.
He spoke, then, and her fur ruffled some in response. He was telling her what he wanted. So be it. Red didn't spend a lot of time in her homid form – it was used for traversing amongst two-leggers, trading if need be, being diplomatic on occasion. Things that Red, personally, had never had need of.
Her shift was fluid and quiet. More a melting of one form into the next. She couldn't stop the transition, couldn't become some hybrid between the two. Red was either a wolf, or she was a woman. As quick as he had changed, maybe a hair faster, where she'd laid as a wolf she now knelt as a human. There was subtle patterning on her tanned skin, where her fur markings were replaced on her body, but her hair itself was the same color. Her eyes, too.
A simple skirt had changed with her, from before. Made of cut leather from something her family had hunted before, along with a matching chest wrap. So that if she ever had cause to change for a homid, she wasn't naked. Something that most two-leggers found disquieting. It took her a moment to stand, but she was steady on two legs too. This was as much her body as the wolf, just not her preferred.
Red crossed her arms beneath her ample chest and looked up at him. As though daring him, now that he'd already taken her, to find some manner of fault with this much less furred form. "My family named me Ragnara, though took to calling me Red," she said, voice a little husky from disuse.