[Goddess. He is...less inclined to disbelieve that than some new feathers might be. He swallowed and shook his head a little.]

Allow me to show you, then, what it means, Sugar. It's a bit offsetting for humans, don't know about wolf gods. So, a warning, just in case.

[A glance at the sky, and a hearty sigh, and then he's on hands and knees and gritting his teeth and the sound of bones changing can be heard pretty clearly. Face grows longer, fur sprouts, tail shoots out; you know, the works. Few minutes later, a wolf (with two blue-and-pink wings striking unnaturally against his tawny fur) lays on his side where the young man had been, panting heavily. Werewolf, Sugar.]