I hunt for you with bloody feet across the hallow'd ground

For once, people purposefully moving to avoid Fabrice's path doesn't bother him; in fact, he has to hide a smile, especially at some of the looks on people's faces. The wolf beside him trots as friendly as any regular dog. But, he supposes, it is a rather large wolf. They walk purposefully to the edge of town, right near the woods, a fair distance away from where Fabrice lives. He gestures for the wolf to stop, turning to make sure there's actually no one else around. "I think I'll join you, if you don't mind?"

He's already wearing a leotard and other skin-tight clothing; from his experience, when he changes back, he won't wind up naked, so he feels safe enough transforming in this place, beneath the cover of a few trees.

He murmurs the incantation he'd memorized back in his teen years, and a sort of fog begins to blanket him as the process starts. He winces at the discomfort of his bones shifting and his muscles realigning, but within a few moments, his transformation completes, and he emerges from where he stood as a swan, full wingspan and all.

With a tilt of his head, he gestures towards the woods, hoping the wolf is in the mood to play.