Aren gave a proud grin at he lack of flinching or loss of focus. He slung his bow onto his back with a slight nod.
"Good job. Gather up your arrows, take a break for a while."

Even if she wasn't looking at him at the moment, she would hear the tell-tale cracking and shifting of his bones and the few pained grunts that always spoke of him shifting between his forms. After a moment, the human Aren was replaced with the snowy-furred werewolf form that he seemed to prefer. He shook out his mane with a sigh, coughing into his hand to clear his throat, always needing a moment to adjust to the different voice that came with a new form.
"Much better. I'll never understand how people can go around eternally stuck in one form."
Because Aren.