The scars were a little shocking, even to Cora's eyes. She'd seen bitten humans before, even a few savaged ones when an omega went too long without a pack and let the human rule the wolf. But the ones that turned healed up from their injuries. Remus...there was no healing where he was from apparently.

She shook herself out of her revelry and met his eyes, allowing the moon to wash the change over her until she was half-turned.

"It doesn't hurt." She said, smiling gently around her longer teeth. "I've been doing it for my whole life though." She reached out with a taloned hand and brushed one of the longer scars. "Does it hurt you?"