Your a wolf, your a meanie, and you are normally a hell of alot bigger, you feel a bit insecure at a mere sixty foot tall, you Shift and look at all the human size furs, so large in this form. You recolect what you did at your real size, oohhh what they would think.. they can't even concive. You put a paw down to your trowsers then pull it back "Not here you think" With a low growl you find it getting a bit stuffy in here, with all these idot macros not even starting to abuse the small beings. With a snort of disdane you try to stretch. Failure, You feel so cramped as you make your way out to the main entrance, walking with a stoop, walking into the wilderness and letting yourself grow to your normal small size, towering over the countryside,You grow, you grow up to a small hundred and fifty feet, your abilities also grow everything your touching so your glass of punch is a marvel of engineering now. You slurp the last bit of you beverage and walk on. The drink is a bit strong, surprisinly you feel a bit tipsy as you make a bit of a ungracefull stagger. You take a walk outside for a while, sniffing the night air and tracking on your own, no invited bugies, you want to hunt, You want the pleasure of killing and tortuing, you want to put yourself on your own toys rather than some hand picked finds.....and you smell a villiage. You walk over, lord over it and stomp a few huts, flushing out a few scores of human villiagers who just gawk at you as you put a huge punch glass, inverted, over them. You chuckle as you see anther 2 dozen that were at a makeshift socerfield, lunging after then you grab nearly ever one and chuckle as you pulls out your jeans and suck in your gut, dropping the group one by one into your pants, welling up around in the crotch area. You grin evily and pat you crotch, like it there wolf fat to be!. You decide