Burning it Down

A good plan, although... four feet might be better than two, he managed with a flicker of his old, sly mischief. White wings powered through the air, sleek body weaving between the branches as he followed his blue jays the final distance. One after another they collected the rest of the beetles - another group of four - and headed back to the guttering, sullenly striving embers. This time Jigano dropped his beetle in front of the log, along with two of his ravens. The third raven flung its beetle at the center of the log, before flapping off with its kin to rest in the branches beyond the burned area.

I, ah, haven't had a chance to show this to anyone other than Rory yet, the raven thought sheepishly to his sister as he flapped to a tired landing just past the burned zone. It still feels a bit strange... With a shiver of feathers the raven grew, wings folding to legs as talons became hooves and feathers shortened to fur and a silky mane and tail - all in white, of course, as his other animal forms were. The Andalusian stallion shook his head, skin twitching as it settled into place over lean muscles, and then he stamped a hoof forward to crush an ember into the dust. Neat hooves made for excellent stompers as he high-stepped across the smoldering ground, grinding out embers as he went and keeping a cautious eye on Amalia to see what her reaction was to his new form.