Dustin lifted the grey vial, inspecting it curiously as he popped the cork. It was certainly the Wolf Vial, if the wolf head marking on it was anything to go by. Dustin had always admired wolves, and had even met one exploring the forest behind his house one day. It was a surreal exchange, and holding this vial was even more surreal... Maybe with this he could have a chat with that wolf. As he held it, he took a moment to decide how much of the vial he'd drink. Certainly it'd be proportional to how much he changed.
Dustin thought about how much he'd like to talk to that wolf. He wasn't sure just how much he had to change to be able to understand it though... Maybe he should...