set it to your woes
When she snuggled in, he held her close. "I think that gods let us have more as they see fit. I've known other shifters who stay the same animal their whole lives. My father had three shifts." He recalled all of his father's forms: a great, grey wolf; a massive moose; a brilliant snowy owl. His father was the reason he attuned, because he had not been born with his mother's magic.
Eyebrows knit together and he leaned back, looking down at her to answer her firmly: "No. Never."
it's not enough to drag this blade across the day
