Grace didn't understand what she saw and smelled. She whinnied frantically and nosed at Regina knocking her toward the approaching wolfman. Had she not been fuming, it would've been a sight, watching that majestic wolf shift into a man.
That man.
"No shirt, no pants, no clothes, no Cat in Captain's clothing. What do do you have? Because it's certainly not tactic, decency, or concern for others." The shrill anger in her tone wasn't helping Grace, so Regina pulled her voice down to a soothing murmur for a moment, stroking her neck and calming her, extremely effectively, anyone who knew horses would've noticed. "I'm fresh out of men's denim."
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Date: 2017-05-09 12:34 am (UTC)That man.
"No shirt, no pants, no clothes, no Cat in Captain's clothing. What do do you have? Because it's certainly not tactic, decency, or concern for others." The shrill anger in her tone wasn't helping Grace, so Regina pulled her voice down to a soothing murmur for a moment, stroking her neck and calming her, extremely effectively, anyone who knew horses would've noticed. "I'm fresh out of men's denim."