Roxie ignores Aang's hand and grabs the ledge, pulling herself up fast enough that she has to scrabble almost on all fours a moment, still moving, to regain her footing.

"How fast can you go?" she says. There's an earthiness to her voice that wasn't there a moment ago, though—and she's changing, cloak rippling back along her as it melds into her. Still scrabbling in the half-hybrid form a moment, and then—

The red wolf (http://i38.tinypic.com/whze61.jpg) that bounds forward is young, but vigorous and healthy.