The familiar returned with sight of cultists and kobolds left behind, either weaker than the ahead marching troupe or purposely meandering behind to flank any unwelcome followers.  The humans apparently segregated, likely due to their taste of food. The draconic fiends outstripped the leathery brigands, more numerous by a factor of two, with which the quintet of Greenest would have to contend. 

After disseminating the information, the pirate savored the situation of the prairie hen roasting in the fervor of flint and wood, intermittently being turned, equaling the golden brown hue to all those gathered. The men likely would not be armed with weapons, poised to dine instead of fight. Taking advantage of the timing, the druid’s jaw widened briefly as fur began to slowly overtake the minotaur hide.

[color=92278f]“Numbers they possess. Strength we have but at the cost of identity. Failure bears only one price.”[/color]

Soon, the masseters and temporal muscles became more prominent as the shaggy covering rose in both height and breadth upon the grizzly. The staff and the belongings of the sailor were consumed by the single colored, agouti hair, as powerful limbs heralded massive shoulder blades and an enormous pelvic girdle, in a stride dedicated to ambush the nefarious dozen. The hope in the now brown bear’s preserved mind churned as its paws feverishly hastened to the humans, in efforts to surprise alongside the arrows of Kyra and Brannor.

[@The Harbinger of Ferocity][@Hekazu][@Norschtalen][@Ryonara][@Lucius Cypher]