"I could turn into a wolf," Rahne says bluntly, grateful to not have to explain the way it worked. "Back home, that's what I was." Her hands curl into fists at her sides, fingernails pressing into her palms. She misses it, God help her, she shouldn't but she feels its absence far more keenly now that she's talking about it again. "And I suppose I don't need to tell ye that a lot of people weren't too fond of us?"