Having dozed off while waiting for the festival to commence, Dimitri was suddenly roused into consciousness once more ears as he heard an almighty racket below him. The wendigo sat up and peered over the rooftop to see several people fighting. At first, Dimitri believed it to be just a part of the show, however as people began to flee the scene, it started to become immediately apparent that not only was this battle not scheduled, but it had cost him a good hunt. "[b]Oh h[color=9e0b0f]ell no[/color].[/b]" Dimitri growled as he stood and peeled away his clothing. It had been much to long for Dimitri's tastes since he'd had an opportunity to hunt, and if he was to be denied his pound of flesh one way, he'd get it in another. Caution to the wind and ration be damned, come hell or high water he would have his hard earned kill. Dimitri transformed atop his vantage point; Skin tore and sloughed off and bones snapped and reformed as his body twisted and grew into it's true form. 

Once he finished turning, Dimitri gripped the edge of the roof, chipping the concrete with his claws as he leaned forward and roared loudly at everyone below. The sound that he made was primal and unmistakably malevolent, and was best described as sounding like a distorted combination between the roaring of a gorilla and the bugling of an elk. The wendigo launched himself from the roof and landed with a solid thud on the ground before rising up and glaring balefully down at everyone before him. Saliva poured from his jaws in thick ropes as he thought about which person he would go for first.