Rhazii looked into his mother's eyes and at least closed his mouth to try and calm, but he was only kept steady while he waited. Everyone had told him that it would be fine. He knew that it was not going to hurt after transforming. The worst part was not knowing when it would hit him.

The others finished transforming, Rhazii closed his eyes and breathed in slowly. All of a sudden, a heartbeat so powerful thumped his chest hard enough to make him step back. He felt the pressure of it crest his upper back, jolt his tongue, and ache at the back of his eyes. He stopped and looked ahead, breathing rapidly through his mouth. Before he could even process what happened, another wave overtook his lungs, neck, and ears. With it came a blurring of his vision and an oddly familiar train of thought. Something was pulling the strings in his mind. It was making him think in the same way as in his dreams. He recognised it and tried to ward it back reflexively. The next wave threw over his mental defences like a river over a pile of sticks. A pain in his wrists was the only feedback he had to realise that he had fallen onto his hands and knees.

Another wave came over him, this time physically changing tugging his bones apart. He began to feel his limbs and face stretch against the transformation and fire every nerve of pain he had. He couldn't help but scrunch his eyes shut and screech until his lungs puttered out the last of the air within them. He wanted to thrash out and strike at the thing causing him pain. He could distinctly smell the soil he was crushing between his clawing fingers as the itch and tingle of new fur edged from his skin. The gaps between the last of his screaming were filled with scuffs and twitches and the echoing of the quiet caves. Everything sounded so close. Everything smelled so different. He opened his eyes.

Mama was there, still next to him. She was smaller. He looked at his hands in the dirt, they were clawed, sinewy, and matted with soft black fur. Dada was in the other direction, he was smaller as well. He was smaller than them still, being in their beast forms, but the snout in his central vision confirmed it. He had grown.

Fendros pat the ground while looking at Rhazii and turned to follow the rest of the pack as it moved out. Rhazii knew to follow without remembering who told him. He licked his teeth as the thought of hunting for food crossed his mind. That is what they were doing. He could understand.

Of the two biggest of the pack -- Meesei and Lorag, by their scents -- Rhazii knew to follow along with Lorag's directions. He was the one giving them. Everything seemed to make sense. Rhazii did not have much more than passing thoughts to think of why. He was too excited. His tail wagged in anticipation. He even let out a few muffled barks. The others did not share quite the same playfulness, though they snapped their teeth down in his direction when he needed to be quiet.

Suddenly, the entire pack halted as Lorag sniffed at a rock they were passing. He kept following the scent trail and they were speeding up. Rhazii could smell a chaurus where Lorag had sniffed.