<4> Nathan's druidic robes were slung over a stick and suspended above a small fire he'd started in the empty fireplace. The dark-furred worgen was crouched in front of the flames, stark naked, with his relatively rounded full moon at the forefront of the sight. Slowly, the worgen uprighted himself to stand a full eight feet tall, and a simple turn brought his much lighter-furred chest into view instead, as well as his look of exhaustion. Each pectoral was topped with a slate gray nipple, one of which had a scar that ran from it down to his chiseled abdomen. Powerful muscles were on full display over much of his canine-esque body, and rather than the elven anatomy Quela was used to, between his toned thighs hung a set of exceptionally large balls, atop which was a dark-furred, dormant sheath. "Look," Nathan started with a sigh. "I understand the nature of our class allows us some freedom, but you [i]could[/i] have knocked on the door frame, y'know?" Quela remained stock still in sheer shock, unable to find words as her eyes darted up and down his body in frantic order. As it happened, a sharp tearing sound split the ensuing silence, and the remnants of Quela's top wrap slid to the ground beneath her in a wet heap. Almost comically, her lavender-colored breasts sprung free from their prison, revealing her to be not nearly as flat-chested as the garment had previously implied. As composed as Nathan had been, a flush of color rushed to his cheeks at the sight, and his gaze became rather helplessly drawn to her plum-colored nipples. During that long stretch of silence, the worgen's body even dared to betray him, and from within his sheath peered out just a hint of bright red color. The night elf sucked in a sharp inhale as the red color caught her eye, and [i]finally[/i] she threw her arms over her exposed chest. "S-s-sorry! I didn't think that... I mean, I wanted to say sorry is all! I-I'll just-" Nathan wasted no time in dropping a hand over his own pesky groin. "Wait!" he called and lumbered toward her awkwardly. Quela couldn't believe herself, but she stopped in her tracks and looked back at him. "I'm sorry too," the worgen rumbled. There was no anger or irritation in his orange eyes. "Can we just, maybe, sit down and start over?" This caused Quela's lithe figure to relax a little bit in his presence, and ultimately a cheeky smile crossed her face as she lowered her arms and boldly planted her hands on her wide hips. "Oh? Can't get enough of the view, huh?" Nathan laughed somewhat awkwardly at this, and out of reflex he turned away from her to make for a chair near the fire. "No! No, no, I didn't- well, I think [i]you[/i] were staring first though, weren't you?" "Maybe," she admitted, nonchalantly taking a seat opposite him next to the warm fire. "But [i]I[/i] didn't undress on purpose, so that means you're peeping." "Says the woman who barged in without knocking," he shot right back, one leg crossing over the other in a vain attempt to hide his pesky manhood. Quela and Nathan shared an amused laugh, but the elf's ears drooped nonetheless when the laughter passed. "I... I really am sorry, Nathan. What I said back there, I promise I didn't mean it. You were right." The broad-shouldered worgen shrugged. "Thank you, but it might be sad to say I get more of that from my own people than elves," he admitted. "Gilneans who weren't afflicted can be far more unkind." One of Quela's long legs gently crossed the other, mirroring Nathan's pose. "You don't deserve that, especially not after you helped me in the river." A dark violet rush of color went to the elf's cheeks. Nathan cocked a curious eyebrow at this. "Do you know your aquatic form yet?" The color spread from her cheeks to her entire face. "Not exactly, no. Like I said, I didn't [i]want[/i] to be a druid, really, so I'm kinda really behind in training." The worgen scrutinized her gentle features as her eyes turned sheepishly to the rickety wooden floor. "I might be able to teach you, if you want." "Seriously?" she cocked back with a half-laugh. "After how mean I was?" "Well, if it makes you feel any better," Nathan added slowly. "I admit, I used to think all night elves were... prissy and reserved." This prompted a much heavier laugh from the elf, accompanied by sharp snort. Quela's hand shot over her mouth and nose in embarrassment. "Well then, I guess we proved each other wrong," she eked out between giggles. "I can't stand the prissy ones." Nathan couldn't hide a chuckle at the elf's snort. "Then I think you're better-suited as a druid than a sentinel." Her hand drew away from her mouth to reveal a much more genuine smile. "Really?" "Oh yeah, nothing nice and tidy about this job. Running around in the dirt all day, napping in the sun, lounging around with your tits out," he mused with a coy smile. Despite Quela's blush, she made no move to hide herself. "You haven't been around elves much, have you?" "Not really." "Yeah, well, being naked outside of Darnassus is pretty normal. No need to be ashamed of bodies and all that, and I'd like to keep it that way. Modesty is for the weak." "Is it now?" "[i]I[/i] think it is." As if calling her bluff, Nathan uncrossed his legs, revealing his manhood once more. His sheath had spread even more, and about three inches of his bright red length appeared from within it. Its tip was sharply tapered, and down from it his length appeared to grow much, much thicker. "Fine, then. I can play that game." Quela knew enough about nature and creatures to know when she saw a canine cock, but seeing it on a two-legged being intensified her blush twofold. "No modesty, furred one? How brazen," she teased a bit nervously. "An outlier of my kind, in some ways," he admitted. "I wear the druidic robes out of respect for the elves. But really? I'd rather be like this. Transformations are much more comfortable this way." "No kidding," Quela agreed. "I can barely stand being wrapped." "Then why were you?" "Huh?" "Why were you wrapped out here?" Nathan asked innocently. "There wasn't anyone else around, and no one can tell in a wild shape."