There is a small brief scene of my life that is a younger me marveling and interacting with a feral/quad critter in furry spaces (Second Life RP in this case), and how i felt then. I didn't know how to react to a feral padding up to me not actually randomly trying to initiate sex in a furry space.
I will always remember spending ~hours~ (as we did/could back then on RP) petting and treating them like i would an animal.
Now later, i have transitioned and transformed into a quad otter and i suddenly realize as i get little bits of RP or folks otherwise treating my life like i did to them... and i realize i wasn't clumsy or aimless. I probably gave this cutie exactly what others have given me. mindshivering affirmation, rushes of such positive, serene feeling.
I don't think i'll ever forget them, tbh.

I have been thinking today about making it a story. a younger girl who meets a wild wolf she has no idea is a recently [willingly] transformed wolfgirl, and they sit while this confused girl vents her feelings and eventually she finds the queer witch and what was done to the wolfgirl. They enact a plan, the girl is happily changed and the two wolfgirls live happy and gay n.n