The heat felt incredible. Prisilla soaked it up, sprawled out on her back over top of a boulder perked within the forest. Endless waves of platinum blond rolled out behind her, acting as though some sort of silken pillow. Mm, relaxation. It felt like it had been so long.
Prisilla, usually dressed for colder occasions, had slipped off her clingy tight pants and allowed her long sweater to act as a dress. She curtly rolled up their sleeves, the fur treading the cuff becoming bothersome, much like the furred collar loose around her neck. Fortunately for Prisilla, there was a splendid breeze that rolled down from the coast and relieved the stickiness of the forest. She exhaled a languished sigh, basking in the glorious day, before her relaxation was rudely interrupted by a hiss.
Neurotic as she was, Prisilla sat up and in an instant hopped off the boulder. She faced the oncomer as it slithered effortlessly, using the trees as guides. A basilisk, great. "For fuck sakes, can I not get a decent goddamn rest every once in a while?" Prisilla cried out, not hesitating to transform.
In the time it took to say 'Jesus Christ', Prisilla had not only removed all articles of clothing but had become a full fledged canis lupus. Such light colours were probably a bad idea in the middle of a forest full of green-- but take it or leave it. The serpent lunged forwards and Prisilla yelped, just barely side-stepping out of reach. This snake was considerably smaller than the other basilisks she had seen-- probably a baby or something. Hopefully its momma wasn't anywhere nearby.
Quickly replaying all of the 'perks' to being a basilisk, Prisilla made a special effort to avoid its cunning gaze. After it took another lunge, Prisilla used the time it took for him to recooperate and lept forwards, attaching herself to its back. Desperately her fangs cut through the putrid scales and anchored her body to that dastardly serpents. It thrashed and made an assortment of lovely noises, but Prisilla continued to provoke it with brutal lashes to its flank using those trusty claws of hers.
In a frenzy, the horrid snake reared up and twisted its arrow-head in her direction, fangs bared in preparation to strike.