Cheyenne curled up into a corner after training. Coming to this school certainly had been a good thing for her, but the training, Professors practically forcing her to transform almost every other day...it was exhausting to say the least. Not to mention, Cheyenne hated transforming in front of people. Her transformation wasn't ever beautiful and she hated people staring at her ugly humanoid wolf form. It made her self concious, especially around boys. But there was always one teacher there that always seemed to cheer her up. Cheyenne's eyes shifted as she got up from her corner. She didn't see anyone coming after her yet, so maybe it was ok for her to go back to her room without anyone spotting her. She started to walk in the way of the dorms, but a hand grabbed her wrist, holding her back. Looking back, she saw Storm's face. This was the teacher that always seemed to cheer her up, no matter what. "Cheyenne, what's wrong?" Cheyenne looked to the ground, pulling her wrist out of Storm's grip. "Nothing..." Storm placed her hands on her hips. "Cheyenne...I know how you hate transforming in front of your peers, but you must learn how to control your powers. Otherwise, they'll take you over completely....Besides, if you keep running away from training...you'll only look bad...especially in front of Desmond..." Cheyenne blushed. "What? How did you....?" Storm smirked. "I know you like him. I see they way you look at him. There is no denying it...Besides, I asked Desmond to come look for me after practice. He's probably on his way here now..." Listening to the air around her, she could hear footsteps approaching. She froze. "Your so mean...." Storm laughed. "I thought talking to him might give you another person to talk to and get to know so that you don't just have me....Talk to him, get to know him..." She heard the footsteps coming closer. It sounded like they were just around the corner. Cheyenne looked up, ready to face Desmond, if in fact it was Desmond coming to look for Professor Storm.