the pain was intense, going to levels he never thought possible as he thrashed on the ground, hearing something, a calling out but it was garbled, sounds were all wrong, and his head, was just on fire as he brought his hands up, looking at them though his eyes were bloodshot, ever vessel in them having burst, he barely could see, like his vision swimming in and out, but they were different, and they itched, he began scratching, the itching was intense enough that he didn't even notice was he scratching so deep it was drawing blood, that poured down his hand, that now was more paw like, coating it in blood, while the other had its claws covered.
  
it felt like days, laying there as what happened to him, continued, but really minutes til laying there, where Xaven had been was now a full size, adult wolf.. though larger, much larger in size.  in the glow of the moon now over head.  his fur was a light, russet brown along the top, with white fur along his chest and legs.  he laid there, dirt blowing up from his heavy breathing, his senses honed, his ears twitched and turned as he caught the sound of someone, someone closing yelling out for something.  he pushed up onto his legs, shaking himself off, though still in pain, he'd be in that first change pain the whole night, which is what kept him on guard, kept him more wild at the moment as he growled, turning toward the closing sound, lowering his head, he snarled, teeth fully exposed as Vanessa came through the woods, and stood there before him.  he saw her, but again didn't see her, he couldn't think, he even smelled himself on her, but the pain, it hurt so much that he went right for her, his blood coated claws coming up and swiping at her, even in the deepest part of his mind he was screaming no, hurting her was the last thing in the world he'd do.