[And she wants - she wants to not be in her skin anymore. She wants to run and howl and be in a pack, just for a little while longer, because she wouldn't have that if she wasn't here. Unbuckling her belt, laying Needle down, Arya turns her back to Vin and tugs off her clothes, dropping them in a messy pile because she never cared about keeping them neat. She's changing almost before she's done, bones shifting and jerking and it hurts, but she doesn't cry out anymore.
She trusts Vin, or she wouldn't make herself vulnerable like this. But she needs a different skin. She needs to be a wolf for true.
It doesn't take long: where the girl stood, instead there's a gray wolf, still young and small, shaking herself post change. She looks up at Vin, almost an invitation, and takes off toward the hill she last saw Nymeria on.]
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[And she wants - she wants to not be in her skin anymore. She wants to run and howl and be in a pack, just for a little while longer, because she wouldn't have that if she wasn't here. Unbuckling her belt, laying Needle down, Arya turns her back to Vin and tugs off her clothes, dropping them in a messy pile because she never cared about keeping them neat. She's changing almost before she's done, bones shifting and jerking and it hurts, but she doesn't cry out anymore.
She trusts Vin, or she wouldn't make herself vulnerable like this. But she needs a different skin. She needs to be a wolf for true.
It doesn't take long: where the girl stood, instead there's a gray wolf, still young and small, shaking herself post change. She looks up at Vin, almost an invitation, and takes off toward the hill she last saw Nymeria on.]