My eyes flutter open at the cue of Oliver's howl.
Sure enough, Oliver's large chocolate wolf stands in front of me with his ears flat against his head. He stands at least three or four feet taller than I do, a realization that turns my stomach once more. If he stands that much taller than me in his wolf form, how big exactly was that werebear.
I can't say how much bigger or smaller fox-shifters are since I've never been up close and personal. After all, I have always been shoved away and hidden by my family from the others.
The one thing I do know, though, is that we would be smaller than them by at least a few feet. I did have to dig a significant sized burrow to fit in it, and I'm not entirely sure that I did fit in it at all.
If only he wasn't so against me shifting, I could figur
