Angel straightens up as the stag begins to get the hang of it. Pulling up onto her two back legs - no, wait, only legs right now. Shaking her head out of the animal's mindset that hummed with the taste of transformation. Even if there is nothing particular human in the way that she moves. The fact she can double over from the waist and pull up just the same. Because it comes from that same place, that she sees stag, the tense strength of muscles.

"He's getting it." She hums, pleased and happy for the stag as much as Connor that she can help. "Looks like you've got a new friend, Connor."