"Yeah, sure." Stacia turns away and trots off to find cover, trusting that Sam is either cool enough not to try and jump her when her back is turned or that he at least wouldn't be fast enough to do it from his sitting position. She ducks down behind the training equipment and strips out of her clothes (still not worth it to dedicate them to herself) and lets the Rage within her surge to the surface.

What trots back out into view is something that strolled out of a Hollywood Horror film, so real that it almost loops back around to looking fake. Stacia is still bipedal, but her legs are wolflike and her arms are long enough that she could likely knuckle along with little difficulty. Each limb ends in claws that look more like razor sharp talons, and she has teeth to match. She's also very, very big, which is why she stops at about the halfway point to give Sam the option to approach her instead of cornering him. Her eyes are wolfish gold and her shaggy fur is gray and brown and white. Her crown braids are even still there, woven into the fur on her head.

Stacia makes a chuffing noise and swishes her tail, then slowly and deliberately boops her own nose to indicate that she's perfectly in control of herself, thank you.