[b][center][color=#17c311][h3][i]Cyneburg[/i][/h3][/color]
[color=#17c311]Location:[/color] Orc Camp
[color=#17c311]Interacting with:[/color] Not a relevant section atm[/center][/b]
Cyneburg was not an avid dreamer. Most nights sleep were brief trips down into the depths of a bottomless abyss of nothingness. An experience in cessation only interrupted by opening her eyes and realizing she was awake once again. In that respect, tonight wasn't any different on her end. Unfortunately, her body decided it would have an extra difficult time reacting to any outside stimuli. Generally such a behavior led to the organism in question being removed from the gene pool, and considering the circumstances, that could very well be the case this time. 

Cyne didn't know what caused her to finally surface from the depths of the nocturnal void. It wasn't the shouting from any of the party members, nor the mysterious laughter coming from the woods, it might not even have been from the sounds of battle. Maybe it was merely the rattling of bones finally stirring her subconscious. Whatever the case, she somehow did not feel the least bit of surprise when she looked up from the ground to find most everyone else in some state of readiness going forward to attack a bunch of skeletons.

Well, it was a good thing she decided to conserve one of her wild shapes, she had an option that could do well against an enemy such as this. The druid pressed her palms flat against the ground on either side of her chest, as if to push herself up off from a laying position. This was what occurred, but it was a relatively minor action compared to what was occurring with the rest of her form. The limbs shortened while her torso stretched and added stones worth of bulk. Nails lengthened into claws and skin hardened to scales. When the druid's body lifted off the mud, it had completed its transformation into a fierce reptile, one that could be called a distant relative of dragons by more uneducated folks, but was more accurately known as a crocodile.

Looking around, the crocodile spotted Satilla and dashed towards her. Sure smashing skeletons was a powerful urge the reptile brain had, but the higher reasoning of the druid knew that if something bad went down, it would pay to make sure the healer had protection. Her wellbeing was the wellbeing of the whole party. Hopefully the witch would catch on who the big reptile was and not freak out more than she already was about the skeletons.