*i run through the forest, my body quivering, then shifting. but not into the fox i always change into at will. this time, and only once every full moon when the temperature outside is lower than 50 degrees, i become unstoppable. my bones lengthen and strengthen, my normally small claws become long, sharp, curved daggers. my teeth, always small except for that one, all become longer, my four canine fangs, top and bottom, protrude out of my muzzle, the top right one, is now jagged, like sharks teeth. and my muzzle. so small and cute, now is long, the lips always bared to hold the huge fangs and teeth it now contains. my eyes. the blueness stayed, but red has arrived. the slit pupil is blue but red surrounds it, like a small blue island among a sea of blood, and that sea is the Atlantic, choppy and unpredictable. just like me now. i lift my head and sniff the air, my long, pointed ears, shift behind my head, my blue forelock, which took up the space between them, is now gone. i, kori vixen, am gone. i lash my three tails which split from the tip up from the three locks i had before. i smelled flesh. and it was nearby. i creep up on the lapine, lupine, and feline, preparing to attack.*