The creature tore through the trees and the underbrush, making no effort to hide itself. Why would it? After all, it was the most powerful creature in the woods that night. Any animal, be it small game or large, would cower when facing its might. The beast ran, jumped, sniffed, hunted, and devoured its prey all throughout the night. It stopped only to howl at the moon, track, or rub itself against the trunks of nearby trees to leave its smell and make sure all of the denizens of this place knew it was here to feed.

Throughout the night, it caught several rabbits, a deer, and a wild dog. The beast ate every bit of every meal, flesh, blood and bone, until there was nothing left but a spatter of blood on the dirt. The creature then sensed sunrise coming, and ran as fast as it could in a singular direction as if trying to outrun the very rays of light. But even this beast was not fast enough to evade the natural order. As soon as the first beam of sunlight shot through the canopy of the trees to fall on the creature's red-furred hide, it weakened and began to shift back.

This time was no less painful than the one before. Bones shrank, snapped, then reformed again. The tendons tightened, muscles contracted and twisted until they were their original size. After a few minutes of this agony, the beast writhing and growling in pain, Faolan's unconscious and nude body lay in the dirt as the gashes, cuts, and scrapes from the beast's night of gallivanting slowly closed and healed.