Red Meadow.

[Frisk E. Coyote]

"Yeah, my stepbrother, actually." Makki laughed up at Mar, folding her arms under her prominent bust. "And that's pretty sweet of you. You really don't have to tolerate him, he's kind of a handful if no one pays attention to him."

Ahanu confusedly and hesitantly shook the dragon's huge paw, but beamed up happily when the dragon let him know it was okay. "Oh I won't, I promise!" The coyote nimbly climbed onto the dragon's arm and swung himself back up onto his shoulder, his tail wagging happily. "Your hair is AWESOME! Is that natural?" He asked with great interest. He had only ever heard of dragons in story books before, and Mar was subject of great interest.

"Alright, but if he gives you trouble, don't be afraid to use extreme violence!" Makki sighed, "He heals easy." She added, giggling as she walked off. Ahanu was rather content just being taller than anyone else however, and behaved himself.

It was Makki's turn to introduce herself as she walked into the circle. "Hey, there quite a few new faces here, so first of all, I wanna say 'hey!', and 'welcome to the were-meet'!" She flipped her long hair back behind her again and placed one hand on her hip, using her other hand to emphasize her words with some gestures. "My name is Makkitotosimew, and yes, it's a mouthful. You can call me Makki, or if you know, just call me 'honey' like everyone else. If you've seen me or my bike around the city before, that's because I'm a delivery girl, and I personally deliver messages or packages related to our secret world from were to were."

"Today, I'm representing the Trickster Clan in place of our Elder, Dervish, a werewolf. Our clan was nomadic until we made our home here four years ago. This is my third time attending a Were-meet here."

"And about our Clan- we're not limited to one specie or strain of zoanthrope. You can tell this by looking at my stepsiblings, Awiti over there, and Ahanu, on that dragon's shoulder." She gestured at her siblings. Awiti hid herself behind a curtain of tangled hair, and Ahanu waved excitedly. "Our clan takes in lone or lost weres and gives them a place to stay, as well as some help, like guidance, or work. If you're a lost and confused were, or know someone who is, just direct him or her to us or contact us. I'll be handing out our contact cards after the were-meet. Thank you." She bowed her head, and turned to leave, before stopping and smiling.

"Oh yeah, and in case some of you were wondering..." The woman said, and rotated her shoulders, preparing for her shift. She produces a large raven's wing feather from her jacket and sticks it into her hair; and almost instantaneously shifts into her wereform. It was as if she had exploded into a black mass of feathers!

Were-raven Makki straightened up, now standing at 7 feet, she unfurled her massive black wings and folded them again. She was naked, but not worried about it at all, her clothes having melded in with her black, glossy feathers. Her feat were lethal black talons, and her hands were similar but less threatening in appearance. She had wonderfully curvaceous waists, her figure further emphasized by the soft, glossy down feathers covering her body. Her wings melted into her back, giving her a more streamlined figure, but only made her breasts, now a pair of bouncy, naked size Es, pop out even more. She was pretty decent despite her lack of clothes, her more private parts hidden by little feathers. Even her promiscuous, heart-shaped butt was blocked from view by her fan-shaped tail-feathers, though they did little to hide the width of her sexy hips.

Makki combed her head-feathers back the same way she would her regular hair, which had vanished during this form. "Yes, I am a were, just like you. An Algonquin skin-walker, to be exact. My stepbrother over there's a skin-walker too, but he's more Hopi than Algonquin. They tend to be a lot more... funsized, in their transformations." She laughed, and went back to her seat with Awiti.