Bahorel thumps the no button instantly, too. He's thoroughly enjoyed the last few days, but he wants to see a sunset in proper colors again. He stretches for a moment, and then that's that, and he's standing on two legs and in full loud clothing again.

He would make a comment about that last, but then there's Prouvaire's song. All right; it's the end of something, and a new Something, at that. It can have a moment or two of solemnity.

(More than that, though, is highly unlikely. The wolf body didn't have as much urge to talk, but he is entirely back to himself now, and it's been days.)