Sam frowns as she gets no response from Oolsie, and shrugs, quickly gathering her things and 'vanishing' them, the sole perk to her magical problems. She had the papers signed and filled out....and maybe the next town would have a bit more luck if Oolsie didn't make it out of this alive.
From the stables, she heard Jazz shriek, and pain flared along their link. Rage sent Sam diving, and she shivered as she felt the skin of a human split, a grey wolf with white markings emerging as she shifted shapes. She cursed to herself mentally, frustrated that she had lost it already, but turned and snarled at the humans approaching. With her back to the door and muzzle full of teeth to the gamblers, she edged away and out the door, barking at Jazz.
The mare whickered and the two slid into the shadows just outside the stable area.