Sigmund nods. "I'm one of the few people who actually know how to walk on wolf legs. Just a second." He shifts slowly, starting at toes and fingertips. As his face changes shape, his eyes flicker to a molten gold before returning to their normal dark blue. When the transformation is complete, and he has become a black-furred werewolf, slightly taller than he was, he growls. "And the other guy's still trying to get out when I do that." He leans down and helps Athelia to her feet. "It's all about balance. And composure."