[Can he keep up. Sirius--mostly bone and sinew, looking quite underfed and hollowed out, and only a little less shifty by virtue of clothes that aren't a prison uniform--looks over at James.]
Better than keep up.
[And without further warning, he transforms--because of course he transforms, and James will have been anticipating that. That all-over inside out feeling which resolves into fur, four legs, a tail, an itch between his shoulderblades which is really the instinct to run. And he does, from zero to gallop without notice.]
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Better than keep up.
[And without further warning, he transforms--because of course he transforms, and James will have been anticipating that. That all-over inside out feeling which resolves into fur, four legs, a tail, an itch between his shoulderblades which is really the instinct to run. And he does, from zero to gallop without notice.]